I Really Didn't Intend to Pick Up the Black Lotus Omega - Chapter 33

The original owner had perhaps once yearned for a better life, as evidenced by the mother-of-pearl glass decorating the foyer.

 

The material wasn’t of the highest quality, and its translucent shimmer carried a hint of cheapness.

 

Yet against this backdrop, Yu Qing gazed into Jiang Nianyu’s eyes—eyes so pure they seemed incapable of desire.

 

“Kiss me,” Jiang Nianyu whispered, her breath warm against Yu Qing’s ear, her every inch of skin radiating intense longing.

 

How does one kiss with fingers?

 

Yu Qing’s fingertips pressed against Jiang Nianyu’s soft, breathing flesh. It was as if more than just her lips were alive.

 

Moisture and mud, usually the most loathed words of summer, now held an irresistible allure.

 

Yu Qing felt Jiang Nianyu’s body heat directly, without any barrier.

 

Who belonged to whom?

 

Whose life was bound to whose?

 

Yu Qing stared intently at Jiang Nianyu’s face, sensing a profound sense of belonging in her usually cold, resolute eyes.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s gaze, her lips, her entire being felt both familiar and utterly new, as if Yu Qing were seeing her for the first time.

 

A fragile calm, born from the entwining of their bodies, erupted like wildfire, crackling into flames in that instant.

 

The one being controlled must dominate the one controlling them.

 

At that moment, Jiang Nianyu grasped Yu Qing’s hand.

 

The thin fabric felt like an invisible boundary between them, concealing a femininity that had long since burned down to an empty shell.

 

“Mmm!”

 

Yu Qing, clumsy and inexperienced, tore through that boundary with her own hands.

 

Caught off guard and having failed to adjust her threshold, Jiang Nianyu’s fingers tightened, her painful grip twisting around Yu Qing’s wrist.

 

Hearing the sound, Yu Qing immediately stopped. “Does it hurt?”

 

Not yet fully immersed in the moment, Yu Qing’s eyes cleared for an instant, as if a simple nod from Jiang Nianyu would end everything.

 

But Jiang Nianyu refused.

 

For her, pain was never something to be avoided. She always relished the taste of such sensations.

 

Especially when it came from Yu Qing.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s breath trembled as she forced herself to relax, accommodating the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

 

She shook her head at Yu Qing, tightening her grip on Yu Qing’s cheek. “You’re mine now. You have no right to stop, and no right to question.”

 

The dull ache on Yu Qing’s cheek seemed to echo Jiang Nianyu’s earlier words.

 

That’s right. Since Jiang Nianyu had claimed what no one else wanted, Yu Qing’s only option now was to submit.

 

Submissively, she straightened her fingers.

 

Yu Qing’s movements slowed considerably, and she couldn’t help but feel a strange curiosity about Jiang Nianyu’s reaction to this first time.

 

The fingertips are the most sensitive part of the human body, capable of perceiving nuances beyond the reach of the limbs.

 

Yu Qing couldn’t help but sigh deeply, marveling at the intimacy humans could share. Jiang Nianyu’s lips clung tightly to hers, intoxicating and disorienting.

 

The hand gripping Yu Qing’s cheek had lost its earlier force, now brushing lightly against her jawline.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s breathing grew heavy and slow. Her vacant gaze fixed on Yu Qing, and her slightly parted lips moved closer, actively seeking a kiss.

 

In the narrow foyer, two figures huddled together on the shoe-changing stool.

 

The discarded Suppressant Patch lay carelessly on the floor. Perhaps emboldened by the fact that Yu Qing was a Beta, the camellia scent bloomed unrestrained, filling the space.

 

Yu Qing’s throat bobbed repeatedly, each breath of oxygen Jiang Nianyu fed her saturated with the camellia fragrance.

 

Unaware, unable to detect the scent, as if this Omega were their private possession, marked and claimed without needing to inform or gain their consent.

 

Because they were neither Alphas, nor superiors, nor predators at the top of the food chain.

 

Therefore, they had their own way of becoming each other’s prey and each other’s hunters.

 

The camellia gradually absorbed the scent of bl00d, its petals glistening with moisture.

 

Yu Qing felt an inexplicable heat gradually building within her body. Petal after petal bloomed in the splashes of bl00d, her heart pounding fiercely, her hands beyond her control. Thoughts she had never entertained before tugged at the nerves in her fingertips.

 

Faster and faster.

 

Unable to withstand the repeated lingering in the same spot, the rain outside pressed against the stifling air, filling it with dampness.

 

Though Jiang Nianyu remembered closing the balcony window, water seeped in relentlessly, nearly flooding the foyer tiles and soaking her ankles.

 

Jiang Nianyu could no longer hold on, her body sliding downward uncontrollably.

 

She was about to lose all strength, unable to maintain the kiss. She simply pressed herself against Yu Qing’s chest, wrapping her arms around her neck.

 

 

A place.

 

Whether Yu Qing wanted it or not.

 

“I…”

 

Before she could finish the sentence, Jiang Nianyu’s face was completely flushed, her eyes unfocused yet seemingly fixed on Yu Qing’s face. The pale blue irises trembled slightly, blurred by tears.

 

She looked not like a baby, but like an angel.

 

Like an angel torn from the altar.

 

At this thought, Yu Qing swallowed hard.

 

Jiang Nianyu seemed to have swallowed something more, camellias blooming along her lips and down to her fingertips, radiating an unbearable heat.

 

Yu Qing wished for rain.

 

“Mmm!”

 

Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through, and rain poured down uncontrollably.

 

It came so abruptly, drenching the dense foliage.

 

The once-gray leaves were washed to a vibrant green, but they couldn’t hold the deluge, letting the water drip steadily, soaking the earth below.

 

Having never experienced anything like this before, Jiang Nianyu clung to Yu Qing’s embrace, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.

 

Again and again, she slipped downward, and again and again, Yu Qing caught her.

 

Sweat soaked through their clothes, making them feel as if there were no barrier between them.

 

Yu Qing stood motionless, letting Jiang Nianyu cling to her, lean against her, without taking a single step. Her fingers rested like ships docked in a harbor, waiting for her own vessel to raise its sails again—or for another ship to arrive.

 

The torrential rain had passed as quickly as it came, leaving the foyer suddenly silent.

 

Yu Qing waited for Jiang Nianyu to look up, then pressed her delicate kisses against her lips. The stifling heat made their breaths heavy, each gasp falling onto the floor like a weight, making even their toes tingle with warmth.

 

“This damn weather! What the hell is going on?”

 

“You’re soaked! Go change quickly before you catch a cold.”

 

 

The sudden voices shattered the foyer’s tranquility, as if piercing the barrier between Yu Qing and Jiang Nianyu’s private world, despite the door still separating them.

 

Yu Qing suddenly recalled last week’s dinner gathering, when Jiang Nianyu had pressed her kiss even tighter as someone walked past.

 

Her fingers twitched with mischief, her intentions clear.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s breath hadn’t yet settled when it was abruptly cut short.

 

Her senses felt even sharper than before, drawing her gaze irresistibly to Yu Qing.

 

The woman kissed her with an air of tenderness, yet the mischievous curve of her lips betrayed her like a child unable to hide a secret.

 

Jiang Nianyu bit her lip lightly and decided to do nothing at all.

 

She released her grip around Yu Qing’s neck, leaned back against the wall, and even let her voice rise without restraint. Her lips, still wet from the kiss, parted slightly.

 

“Do you smell something?”

 

“The earthy scent of rain-splashed mud?”

 

“Really? I don’t think so…”

 

“…e”

 

Though the conversation remained just beyond the door, Jiang Nianyu’s mouth opened wider.

 

After spending these days together, Yu Qing could almost predict what Jiang Nianyu would do next, their unspoken understanding was so deep.

 

Yu Qing’s face flushed crimson as she leaned down and hastily covered Jiang Nianyu’s mouth.

 

She turned Jiang Nianyu’s “hmm” into a muffled whimper trapped in her throat, the sound coiling uncontrollably around their tongues.

 

The kiss grew more fervent.

 

The hand gripping Jiang Nianyu’s waist tightened.

 

Every movement felt like the primal reflexes between a Beta and an Omega. Jiang Nianyu was pressed tightly against Yu Qing’s chest, the narrow shoe-changing stool barely able to support her nearly reclining form.

 

If tapping a person’s knee triggers the patellar reflex, causing their lower leg to jerk upward, what clinical term could describe Jiang Nianyu’s leg now lifting?

 

The dim, yellow light tirelessly traced their silhouettes on the wall, yet struggled to capture the subtle nuances of Jiang Nianyu’s curled toes.

 

The light didn’t know, only observing that the rabbit slippers, usually dangling from their owner’s feet, now hung precariously.

 

Lying down should have made breathing easier, but Jiang Nianyu felt her only source of oxygen was Yu Qing.

 

Who ultimately won this game of chicken?

 

Yu Qing didn’t know, and Jiang Nianyu didn’t either.

 

The rain continued to fall in relentless waves, soaking anyone caught without an umbrella to the bone.

 

That night, someone seemed to defy the downpour, launching fireworks into the sky.

 

A hazy white smoke rose steadily upward. No one paid it much attention, yet when it reached its peak, it exploded in a dazzling display of color that filled the entire sky.

 

The people in the hallway had truly left, and the foyer had fallen into genuine silence.

 

Yu Qing gazed into Jiang Nianyu’s slightly unfocused eyes, pressed close to her ear, and kissed her. “Why did you make a sound?”

 

Jiang Nianyu leaned wearily against Yu Qing, a faint smile curving her lips. “Because A-Qing did it on purpose.”

 

“So I don’t mind letting others know how formidable A-Qing is.”

 

Her misty eyes, far from their usual coldness, burned with a feverish intensity, like those of a bewitching spirit.

 

Jiang Nianyu radiated both warmth and danger, her gentle breath mingling with an undercurrent of icy menace. “Even Betas are capable of such things. In fact, they can be even more formidable than Alphas.”

 

More than once, Jiang Nianyu had told Yu Qing that she was more formidable than any Alpha.

 

As she spoke, Jiang Nianyu laboriously raised her arm to encircle Yu Qing’s neck, attempting to give her a tender kiss.

 

Her damp cheek pressed against Yu Qing’s face, radiating heat that made Yu Qing’s eyes flicker.

 

“Do you really feel that way?” Yu Qing asked, unconvinced.

 

Jiang Nianyu leaned close to Yu Qing’s ear and whispered, “It feels so good.”

 

Her loosely draped clothes barely clung to Yu Qing, making Yu Qing’s face flush even redder than it had during their earlier encounter.

 

This proved that even when a person’s “CPU” is fried, they can still be utterly flustered.

 

Despite her aching arms, Yu Qing summoned boundless strength, using Jiang Nianyu’s embrace as leverage to lift her horizontally into her arms.

 

“I’ll carry you to the bathroom,” Yu Qing said.

 

Jiang Nianyu remained silent, her gaze fixed on Yu Qing’s crimson ears, a soft smile playing on her lips.

 

In such situations, Yu Qing’s movements became even more efficient.

 

First, she gently placed Jiang Nianyu on the small bathroom stool. Then, she turned on the water, gave Jiang Nianyu a few instructions, and hurried upstairs to the bedroom to fetch fresh clothes for her.

 

Despite what had just happened, Yu Qing remained remarkably polite—almost excessively so.

 

As she reached for the doorknob, she knocked a second before pushing it open. “Niannian, is it okay if I come in?”

 

A soft reply came quickly from behind the door. Jiang Nianyu gave Yu Qing a quiet “Mm-hmm.”

 

Only after receiving permission did Yu Qing push the door open, carrying the clothes she had brought for Jiang Nianyu.

 

A wave of heat rushed out, misting Yu Qing’s eyes.

 

Parting the steam, she saw Jiang Nianyu’s clothes, which had been haphazardly draped over her earlier, now lying carelessly on the floor. Jiang Nianyu herself was half-leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her pale arms glistening with water droplets.

 

Yu Qing froze, her gaze fixed on Jiang Nianyu’s arm as it brushed against the tub’s rim and reached toward her neck.

 

Strands of dark hair wrapped around her slender, bony fingers before being swept aside.

 

The bright daylight streaming in was far clearer than the foyer’s dim yellow light, revealing Jiang Nianyu’s neck without reservation.

 

And there, on her neck, was the gland where the Suppressant Patch had been removed earlier.

 

“A-Qing, could you kiss it for me? It says it hurts.”