Forced to Pretend to Be an A and Marry the Best Actress Omega - Chapter 36

Impossible.

She would never do this to Jiang Lingyu.

Xu Mifei’s body stiffened, her face instantly flushed with agitation. She finally understood why Jiang Lingyu had hesitated for a moment when she asked.

Even if she were given a hundred times the courage, she wouldn’t dare act on this possibility.

Her fingers, still resting on either side of Jiang Lingyu’s waist, unconsciously tightened in response to the violent thoughts raging in her mind.

Everywhere her fingers touched, they left behind uncontrolled, bruising marks.

“…I can’t, and I won’t do that.” Xu Mifei gasped slightly, trying to steady her breathing, which had grown erratic from just a few words. Her knee pressed firmly against the sofa where Jiang Lingyu sat.

Jiang Lingyu’s eyelids ached and trembled—keeping them open to look at the person before her had become an exhausting effort.

She couldn’t even stop herself from sliding down, overwhelmed by Xu Mifei’s dominating presence.

And yet, Xu Mifei herself seemed completely unaware. The aura she exuded was like the edge of a blade—sharp and unyielding, cutting through every obstacle in its path, compelling surrender.

Even Jiang Lingyu’s body had given up resisting the moment Xu Mifei lifted her onto the sofa.

She didn’t know how she could have uttered such seductive words—”Enter me”—her voice soft and dripping with vulnerability, as if it might dissolve into liquid at any moment.

Xu Mifei wasn’t the experienced one here—or perhaps she was, but she certainly wasn’t acting like it now.

If she truly were experienced, she would have chosen the option to “enter me” without hesitation, rather than blushing furiously in refusal.

With that breathtakingly beautiful face and those mesmerizing eyes, Xu Mifei’s flushed cheeks and ears as she rejected the idea only heightened the contradiction—her scent aggressive, her body retreating, creating an intoxicating tension.

Extreme contradiction only made the one on the receiving end want to push further.

It was a provocation—a challenge to danger.

Jiang Lingyu wanted to take control, to become the dominant one, the one who brought danger to Xu Mifei—not just the one waiting for it to descend upon her.

But now, as Xu Mifei moved forward, Jiang Lingyu’s feet tensed again.

From her calves to her thighs, every muscle was taut—she was like a tightly drawn bowstring, teetering on the edge of snapping.

She desperately tried not to slip further. If she did, Xu Mifei’s knee wouldn’t just be pressing against the sofa.

The mere thought of that scene sent a shiver through Jiang Lingyu.

The next moment, a pair of hands lifted her effortlessly, sliding beneath her knees. Her tense feet suddenly left the ground, dangling helplessly in the air.

Jiang Lingyu couldn’t understand Xu Mifei’s choice—

If she had sworn not to do this, then why was she positioning her legs like this?

Here, laid bare in such vulnerability, if Xu Mifei wanted to strike, it would take only an instant—like a seed breaking through the soil in spring rain, effortless and inevitable.

She wanted to order Xu Mifei to release her, but her mouth was parched, trapping a thousand unspoken words. To her surprise, her instincts were waiting—anticipating that spring rain’s nourishment.

Yet Xu Mifei merely lifted her legs without any further aggressive movements before saying, “Then we need to change positions.”

Leaning closer, Xu Mifei hooked one arm under her leg while the other retrieved something unseen. Jiang Lingyu’s knees were bent upward, folding her body with impossible flexibility until one knee lightly brushed against her own chest, sending ripples through the pooled moisture there.

Now it was Jiang Lingyu who flushed crimson, overwhelmed by searing shame that curled her toes uncontrollably.

Xu Mifei simply wanted Jiang Lingyu to sit more comfortably—the leather sofa was too soft and slippery, causing constant sliding. She placed a cushion behind Jiang Lingyu’s waist for support before kneeling at the sofa’s edge, torso inclined forward.

This position offered little improvement.

Xu Mifei seemed oblivious, yet her visual impact on Jiang Lingyu was overwhelming. Jiang Lingyu longed to close her eyes but found herself unable to look away from Xu Mifei’s gaze.

As Xu Mifei drew nearer, her surrounding aura invaded like an unseen territorial conquest. Those distinctively knuckled hands—which Jiang Lingyu had intimately explored moments ago—now braced on either side before gently brushing aside sweat-dampened hair.

Then Jiang Lingyu caught it—another pheromone’s scent. Alcohol notes shattered her pheromonal barrier, enveloping her completely. This was the exact scent Xu Mifei had described in their game, a fierce liquor blended with exotic fruit, like sweet-tart grape juice pressed into rich nectar, seamlessly fused with intoxicating spirits.

Though Jiang Lingyu detested alcohol, this particular bouquet proved irresistible.

When Xu Mifei finally approached, her hesitant whisper grazed Jiang Lingyu’s ear, “Really bite down?Jiang Lingyu answered numbly, “If this soothing session lacks sufficient intensity, another uncontrolled heat might follow.” Consider carefully…”

Another heat would still require Xu Mifei’s intervention. When peak intensity arrived, the bite would remain inevitable. Yet repeated cycles harmed omega physiology—some alphas prioritized pleasure over their omega’s wellbeing, but Xu Mifei wasn’t such.

A crucial realization struck, Jiang Lingyu and Xu Wanzhi remained this story’s protagonists. Any event befalling Jiang Lingyu might inevitably involve Xu Wanzhi.

If today’s appeasement failed, might circumstances later force Jiang Lingyu to accept Xu Wanzhi instead?

Unacceptable.

As an alpha, Xu Wanzhi would undoubtedly claim Jiang Lingyu permanently, rerouting the plot toward Jiang Lingyu’s original path of suffering.

Xu Mifei neared Jiang Lingyu’s nape.

“…Wait,” Jiang Lingyu suddenly interjected, “You understand gradual progression, yes?”

Knowing Jiang Lingyu was afraid she might bite down immediately, Xu Mifei swallowed unconsciously, exercising utmost patience. “I’m not that rough.”

Moreover, this kind of highly stimulating relief also required foreplay to achieve the best results.

She would still kiss Jiang Lingyu’s scent gland, just like the previous two times. But Xu Mifei hoped she could remain calm this time, not becoming increasingly addicted to it like before.

Adding to that, this time she actually needed to bite down—something Xu Mifei had never tried before. She feared the intensity of this stimulation would be mutual, making it unbearable for her as well.

She recalled the deep, visible bite marks on Jiang Lingyu’s body when she first arrived, evidence that the original host had completely lost control back then.

She might end up the same way.

“Remember what we talked about. If I hurt you, or if the relief is already sufficient, you have to tell me to stop—hit me, slap me, whatever it takes if I refuse to back off.”

Xu Mifei was already near Jiang Lingyu’s scent gland, inhaling the rich fragrance as if she had stepped into paradise.

She even felt that after taking this bite, her perception would change accordingly—she would be willing to die for this omega.

Jiang Lingyu’s heart was pounding rapidly. She didn’t speak, only turning her head to meet Xu Mifei’s gaze—a silent consent, as if her eyes were saying, she was waiting for everything about to happen.

She was waiting for Xu Mifei to take the next step.

“I hope you can truly trust me and believe what I say.” Xu Mifei murmured, “I haven’t lied to you since the engagement banquet.”

After speaking, she lowered her head and kissed, transitioning from gentle to rough in mere seconds, unleashing her desire without restraint.

“You really don’t want to be an alpha…” Jiang Lingyu trembled from the sudden stimulation, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible. Her senses were entirely focused on one spot, leaving no room to question whether Xu Mifei’s words were true or false.

She suddenly realized that her answers in the final question had indeed revealed her own preferences.

If Xu Mifei became an alpha, she truly wanted to press and knead the other’s scent gland, filling the air with their pheromones.

Only she could detect that the concentration of Xu Mifei’s pheromones this time was stronger than before.

A hazy scene appeared before her eyes.

A glass of liquor, shimmering under the light, held loosely in a familiar hand, brought to her lips.

Jiang Lingyu instinctively resisted, turning her head away.

The owner of that hand wouldn’t allow her to escape.

Another hand, which had been supporting the back of her head, moved forward to grip her jaw, forcing her lips apart as the liquor was poured down her throat.

The small amount that spilled from the corner of her mouth was caught by two fingers, then carefully smeared over the back of her neck—aggressively brushing against her scent gland, making her tremble helplessly.

What was surreal wasn’t just the liquor, but also the body drenched in it.

Jiang Lingyu wanted to stay clear-headed. Just moments ago, Xu Mifei had told her to hit or slap her if needed—yet now, it was she who was losing control.

“So… were the things you said in the game true?” Her voice came out hoarse. If she didn’t speak now, she feared her voice might not sound like her own when she next opened her mouth.

Xu Mifei answered by lightly nuzzling her nose against Jiang Lingyu—an intimate gesture between lovers. They weren’t lovers, yet in this moment, the response felt natural and tender, as though this was always meant to be.

Jiang Lingyu felt weightless, suspended in air. She knew she wasn’t in a Flyer; this sensation of freefall wasn’t caused by altitude.

She didn’t need an answer. This was a question she posed to herself.

She knew if she allowed this to continue, she would eventually sink into quicksand with no hope of escape.

“Never used them. Those were just for the mission,” Xu Mifei’s clear voice rang out, sounding remarkably composed. “Only the first move—the one I used on you in the greenhouse… That’s what I was thinking of when I answered.”

But how could Xu Mifei remain so lucid when Jiang Lingyu herself was this far gone? So honest, enunciating each word with firm self-control.

A peculiar emotion rose in Jiang Lingyu’s chest. Xu Mifei had claimed she might lose control, yet judging by their current states, it was Jiang Lingyu who was unraveling.

She didn’t want to sink into the quagmire alone. She wanted to drag Xu Mifei down with her.

Break her. Crush her. Then gently soothe her.

Force her into a corner until she had nowhere left to retreat—until she could only perish upon Jiang Lingyu.

The mere thought made her body go weak.

She flowed like water across the couch, letting Xu Mifei’s fingertips send droplets flying across her surface.

“Then do it to me again,” Jiang Lingyu said calmly. “Don’t misunderstand. Since high-intensity soothing is required, these are just supplementary measures.”

Xu Mifei barely managed to lift her head from Jiang Lingyu’s body, disbelief coloring her voice, “You’re saying my movements need to be more—”

She wanted to find an appropriate, polite word, but her sluggish brain refused to cooperate.

“More rough?” she finally blurted out.

Jiang Lingyu’s words struck her heart like a direct invitation, Please ravage me.

These five characters sent Xu Mifei’s thoughts into chaos, making her want to bite down immediately.

Even knowing she couldn’t mark Jiang Lingyu, she wanted to sink her teeth in hard—to invade her, let her fangs pierce pores and pry open every crevice.

For Jiang Lingyu, this was simply part of their contractual obligations.

Yet Xu Mifei felt so despicable, wanting to take advantage of the situation. She felt ashamed and panicked by her own thoughts.

This was immoral. Why was she becoming like this in her soothing state? She’d always claimed physical intimacy couldn’t be separated from emotion, yet now she found herself increasingly unable to distinguish between them.

Without affection, without tender movements, this soothing process would amount to one-sided abuse—after all, Jiang Lingyu, as an omega, couldn’t fight back.

When faced with someone like Xu Mifei—who trained regularly and could easily overpower an omega—Jiang Lingyu could only submit to whatever was done to her.

Xu Mifei told herself.

During the soothing process, it was crucial to shift into another role, as if role-playing. She had to fully devote herself to soothing Jiang Lingyu to maximize the effect.

This would also benefit Jiang Lingyu’s physical condition.

She needed some self-reconciliation about this matter; otherwise, she would remain trapped in self-doubt. So, during the process, she fabricated an identity for herself—one that loved Jiang Lingyu—to justify the possessiveness she felt.

“Yes, as long as we can achieve the desired intensity of soothing… we can finish sooner.”

Exactly.

Hearing Jiang Lingyu’s words, Xu Mifei confirmed her own suspicions.

Jiang Lingyu treated this as nothing more than a contractual obligation, just wanting to get it over with. That meant she couldn’t afford to lose herself in it.

With that thought, she hesitated no longer and adjusted her position.

She had been kneeling on the carpet, leaning close to the sofa, but now she shifted to one knee directly on the sofa, pressing against Jiang Lingyu.

The change in her stance caused the sofa beneath them to sink deeply.

Jiang Lingyu’s waist arched slightly upward, supported by the soft cushion Xu Mifei had placed beneath her.

Before she could even process what was happening, Xu Mifei’s movements robbed her of all coherent thought.

Xu Mifei suddenly gripped her chin, turning her head to the side, exposing the smooth, delicate curve of her neck.

The skin there was still slightly damp from Xu Mifei’s earlier kisses.

Xu Mifei’s gaze fixed on that spot as she braced herself, her shadow looming over Jiang Lingyu under the light, her eyes tracing every inch of her body.

Finally, that scorching gaze landed on her lips tonight.

Slowly moving from the philtrum to the cupid’s bow, the intensity of that stare felt as if it had already pried open her tightly sealed lips, the imagined suction so forceful it numbed the root of her tongue—merciless, ravaging her mouth completely.

Jiang Lingyu didn’t know how long she endured that gaze, but for a fleeting moment, she wished Xu Mifei would just kiss her already, rather than tormenting her with that frozen stare.

But Xu Mifei didn’t. She only toyed with Jiang Lingyu’s lips through that searing gaze before abruptly looking away.

A profound emptiness surged through Jiang Lingyu’s body. She actually regretted that Xu Mifei hadn’t kissed her after all.

Xu Mifei lowered her head again, and the scrutinizing, oppressive gaze finally vanished.

But this was no moment to relax. Xu Mifei buried her face against Jiang Lingyu’s neck, pressing two fleeting, tender kisses there before suddenly gripping Jiang Lingyu’s thighs.

She leaned down to kiss Jiang Lingyu’s scent gland, too ashamed to voice what she was about to do, so she conveyed it entirely through action.

Jiang Lingyu had asked her to be rougher, so she was gradually escalating her movements to be more “forceful.” She just wasn’t sure if this was still within acceptable limits.

In any case, as long as Jiang Lingyu didn’t call for a stop, she would assume she could continue.

When her gaze had lingered on Jiang Lingyu’s lips earlier, it had taken her several seconds to restrain herself—to keep her hands from tightening, to pull back her rationality, to resist biting down.

The target wasn’t her lips. It was the scent gland.

Yet, in that moment, all she could think about was prying Jiang Lingyu’s lips apart, taking control, ensuring they could never close again.

Xu Mifei was startled by her own perverse desires. She had gotten too into the act, for a moment it was as if she had truly become an alpha completely consumed by lust, driven mad solely for more pheromones.

She had no choice but to avert her gaze from Jiang Lingyu’s lips. She couldn’t keep looking—if she did, something was bound to happen.

Fortunately, Jiang Lingyu didn’t know what was going through her mind. Xu Mifei thought this as her eyes fell back upon Jiang Lingyu’s scent gland.

She couldn’t help but feel both nervous and excited.

Knowing this was her first attempt and that she likely wouldn’t achieve the “roughness” Jiang Lingyu desired, she deliberately intensified her movements, including how she lifted her now.

Originally, she had only intended to pull Jiang Lingyu up, to make her sit higher, as Jiang Lingyu’s body had begun to slide down again.

But the moment her fingers brushed against Jiang Lingyu’s calf, the pheromones abruptly thickened. As if bewitched, Xu Mifei leaned forward and pressed down.

An overwhelming sense of oppression descended, and Xu Mifei remained completely unaware of the impact her actions had on the restrained omega.

She parted her lips and bit down on the slight protrusion. The moment her fangs extended, they were drawn in as if absorbed.

A flood of pheromones instantly filled her nostrils, mouth, tongue—from tip to root—like a rising tide that shattered her reason, leaving behind only one thought,

Don’t let this sweet omega go. Bite through her, pierce her, make her yours forever.

Xu Mifei’s body tensed in an instant, and Jiang Lingyu felt as if she were being crushed beneath a heavy stone.

She should be grateful that Xu Mifei couldn’t smell just how domineering her own pheromones were.

She hadn’t been wrong. After receiving enough stimulation, Xu Mifei’s body would involuntarily release faint traces of pheromones—ones only she could detect.

Perhaps it wasn’t even pheromones, but some scent Xu Mifei emitted when aroused, something akin to the fragrance of pheromones.

Like right now.

She was hypersensitive to this scent, her entire body burning as if scorched by flames. Xu Mifei’s pheromones lashed out like whips, striking every inch of her, demanding submission.

The moment Xu Mifei’s fangs pierced her skin, the pain peaked. The whip-like pheromones coiled around her neck like a noose, ready to strangle her if she struggled.

Her life and death were truly in Xu Mifei’s hands now.

She could even smell the rope—a rough-textured leather that sent shivers across her skin. The pheromones, condensed into countless whips, swirled excitedly around her, seeking to fill every crevice and hollow they could find.

And when Xu Mifei bent her and pinned her down, those pheromones erupted into chaos. They had finally found the softest, most vulnerable depths they longed to invade—the endless valleys waiting to be pried open.

They only needed one opportunity to strike.

And Xu Mifei’s movements gave them that chance.

The icy, liquor-like pheromones violently forced their way in, stealing her breath between gasps.

Yet she couldn’t stop breathing. Pressing her lips together and turning her head, the faint remnants of her reason begged her to escape.

Her pheromones condensed into fragile bergamot, retreating before the rough leather, yet ultimately still being caressed and devoured. The excited whip, as if tangible, bound her limbs, launching its final assault.

Her scalp tingled violently. Jiang Lingyu’s only free fingers dug deep, clutching Xu Mifei’s hair, kicking at the person pressing down on her the moment she bit harder.

No—this intensity was fiercer than imagined, as if she were about to suffocate—

But her foot was caught mid-kick, fingers pressing heavily against its arch.

Xu Mifei stared at her, motionless, seemingly utterly composed—yet her face was flushed as if soaked in fruit juice, red as dripping bl00d.

Her palms were damp with sweat, the veins on the back of her hands and arms standing out prominently, pulsing in sync with the throbbing of her carotid artery.

The heat was nearly consuming her.

Before she could utter a single word, Xu Mifei leaned down and bit into her again. Jiang Lingyu’s mind buzzed with a deafening roar.

Xu Mifei erupted with astonishing strength, leaving no room for resistance.

She had already lost all reason, and the disparity between them was too vast to overcome.

Pain sent adrenaline surging violently through her veins.

This was no gentle suckling or tender kiss—it was a ruthless plunge, a deep, voracious devouring of all her pheromones, robbing her of breath, wild and unrestrained.

Jiang Lingyu no longer needed the restraints binding her limbs; instead, she braced her hands against Xu Mifei’s shoulders.

She felt as though she were drowning, yet willingly surrendered herself to the monstrous depths, intoxicated by the dazzling sensation of suffocation.

Just as she raised her hand to seize Xu Mifei’s hair, a sudden weight pressed down on her.

The tearing agony in her scent gland vanished, and all the restraints binding her fell away—Xu Mifei had collapsed slowly onto her.