Guide To Lying Flat And Getting Rich As A Kept Alpha - Chapter 18

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She took the tray to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Cheng Youqing put on her coat, pulled her long hair out from under the collar, and said, “I should get going.”

“Oh,” Luo Hetu poked her head out. “Why not sleep a bit more?”

Cheng Youqing was indeed still tired, but she didn’t have the luxury of indulging in too much rest.

She took a few blue hundred-yuan bills from her bag and placed them on the coffee table. “No other meaning behind this—just a thank you for letting me rest here and cooking for me.”

“Hey, it’s no big deal.” Luo Hetu returned to her usual cheerful, smiling self.

Cheng Youqing nodded, opened the door herself, and said, “Goodbye.”

“See you.” Luo Hetu’s hands were covered in dish soap, making it inconvenient to see her out.

The door closed, and the sound of high heels echoed faintly through the old hallway, gradually fading as she descended.

Luo Hetu stood there for a moment, lost in thought. She recalled Cheng Youqing asleep on the couch, the dark circles under her eyes, her brows furrowed even in sleep. Unable to stand it, Luo Hetu had quietly reached out to smooth the crease between her brows.

Such a stunning beauty, so young—don’t let her develop wrinkles too soon.

Just as she was about to pull her hand back, Cheng Youqing turned her head, pressing her face into Luo Hetu’s palm and nuzzling it slightly.

Her pheromones wafted over.

A sudden heat surged through Luo Hetu’s body, an overwhelming urge screaming inside her—to hold her, to get close to her, and then…

To bite her?

What kind of perverse thought was that?

She didn’t dare linger near Cheng Youqing. Even though the sleeping Omega looked breathtakingly beautiful, with the elegant curve of her neck extending to the full arc of her chest, every strand of her hair seemed to beckon her, intentionally or not.

So Luo Hetu fled in a panic, retreating to the kitchen to cook.

Now that Cheng Youqing was finally gone, Luo Hetu finished washing the dishes and her hands, then returned to the living room. She looked at the couch where Cheng Youqing had slept, its cushions and blanket in disarray. She gathered the blanket and pillows, taking them back to her bedroom. Staring at the blanket, she paused for a moment before returning to the living room.

She called Ye Qingzhu.

The business, “Shanhe Tuling,” had been doing well lately. The second shop was nearly finished with renovations. Located on a bustling commercial street in the city center, it targeted young people with strong spending power. The new store was twice the size of the one near the school. This time, Luo Hetu left everything to Ye Qingzhu, who was handling the decor, hiring, and setup in the style of the first shop. The new location would open around the New Year.

Ye Qingzhu picked up the phone. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got something to ask you. Have you eaten?”

“Nope. Are you treating me?”

“Sure, but I’ve already eaten.”

Ye Qingzhu: “Hanging up.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Luo Hetu sweet-talked her for a bit before saying, “I’ll bring food to see you tomorrow.”

“Talk when you get here then.”

“It’s something for tonight. It’s a bit awkward to bring up tomorrow.” Luo Hetu suddenly sounded shy. “Between an Alpha and an Omega, that kind of thing—how does it work? Do I have to bite her?”

Ye Qingzhu: “…You’re seriously discussing this over the phone?”

“I don’t know who else to talk to about it.”

Ye Qingzhu sighed, remembering that Luo Hetu had it worse than her. She at least had her grandmother until she was sixteen, but Luo Hetu had been an orphan her whole life. No one had taught her these things.

“Also, aren’t I a dud Alpha? Aren’t dud Alphas supposed to be incapable? Why do I still want to, um, bite someone?”

Ye Qingzhu let out another sigh. “I’ll come over later. What’re we drinking tonight?”

“White liquor, of course—it’s winter!” Luo Hetu’s tone was noticeably excited.

That night, Ye Qingzhu gave the twenty-something Luo Hetu a crash course in sx education.

“An Alpha’s gland is in their teeth.”

“I don’t have one.” Luo Hetu licked her teeth experimentally.

“That’s why you’re a dud Alpha.”

“Do you have one? Let me see.”

Ye Qingzhu hissed and pushed away Luo Hetu’s encroaching face. “Even if we’re both Alphas, this behavior of yours is a bit creepy.”

Luo Hetu sat back obediently. “So what does it look like?”

“It’s a small bump on the canine teeth. When you bite an Omega’s gland, it injects pheromones.”

“So you’re saying an Alpha’s pheromones come from their teeth?”

“Not exactly… Every pore in your body releases pheromones, but the pheromones that mark an Omega can only be injected through the teeth.”

Oh, got it, more or less.

“So biting is enough to mark them?”

“It’s only after reaching climax that the injected pheromones can mark an Omega. There’s also a chance it could lead to pregnancy.”

Luo Hetu blinked, confused. “Lead to what?”

Ye Qingzhu was getting exasperated. “I’ll get you some VHS tapes!”

No need for that—Luo Hetu could find any “movie” she wanted on the system.

After a whole night of talking about that kind of education with Ye Qingzhu, Luo Hetu, slightly drunk, collapsed into bed. All she could smell was the sunny, fluffy scent of an Omega’s pheromones.

Cheng Youqing, so cold and reserved, somehow had pheromones that made her heart itch.

So adorable.

She wanted to rua her.

Luo Hetu had a dream. In the dark, on a large bed, she held a petite Omega in her arms. The Omega was in distress, her soft moans pleasant to the ear, but her face was unclear.

Her pheromones weren’t distinct either. She pressed herself against Luo Hetu, wrapping her arms around her neck, her legs rubbing against her waist.

Luo Hetu coaxed her gently while asking, “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Mmm.”

There was a faint sob in her voice, the tone strikingly familiar.

“Then let me help you. Don’t be mad at me.”

Luo Hetu leaned down to kiss her.

…

This wasn’t the typical behavior of the ABO world—it was the kind of intimacy between women in the real world.

The Omega found some comfort but still seemed unsatisfied, clinging to Luo Hetu’s hand without letting go.

Their pheromones intertwined. By the moonlight, Luo Hetu saw the Omega’s gland on the back of her neck—a soft, round patch of flesh that looked irresistibly tempting, inviting her to lick, to bite, to inject.

Luo Hetu restrained herself, refraining from biting, only soothing her with kisses and her hands.

Luo Hetu didn’t sleep well that night. When she woke, the sky was still dim.

She stared at the ceiling for a while before sitting up.

Was that a dream? Why did it feel so real?

If it was real, when did it happen? And who was that Omega? She couldn’t recall the scent of her pheromones—how could someone have pheromones as faint as her own?

Could she be a dud Omega? But Ye Qingzhu had said there were only dud Alphas, not dud Omegas.

Either she’d forgotten, or the dream was baseless, entirely unreal.

Luo Hetu lay back down, her mind a mess, but no matter how she thought about it, that Omega felt a lot like Cheng Youqing.

Or maybe it was just because she was sleeping under the blanket Cheng Youqing had used not long ago.

Objects that had touched her skin naturally sparked the imagination. She loved the lingering scent of her pheromones—maybe this was just a purely physical reaction.

Ye Qingzhu had explained that even dud Alphas weren’t without urges; they just lacked the means. Either they had no gland in their teeth, or the gland was empty. A bite from an empty gland wouldn’t satisfy an Omega.

So, as Luo Hetu breathed in the scent lingering on the blanket, it dawned on her: she was just a pitiful dud Alpha, sxually impotent, reduced to fantasizing about an Omega’s residual pheromones.

Pfft. She wasn’t pitiful.

What’s wrong with being a dud Alpha? It’s great! No love-struck nonsense, just lying back and making bank as a rich lady. Thinking about it, happy tears practically leaked from the corners of her mouth.