I Really Didn't Intend to Pick Up the Black Lotus Omega - Chapter 34

The roar of a motorcycle engine echoed outside the window, its modified headlights sweeping through the steamy bathroom air, casting a glaring, fragmented red glow.

 

Yu Qing couldn’t detect any Omega pheromones in the bathroom. She couldn’t tell if the flush on Jiang Nianyu’s face was due to discomfort in her glands or the intrusive headlights.

 

She said her glands felt uncomfortable.

 

But how could glands speak? They’re just organs.

 

Could an organ evolve its own organ?

 

Yu Qing’s mind suddenly began analyzing reality with unusual clarity.

 

But as the logic clicked into place, her face grew even hotter.

 

Of course organs can’t speak. The Omega who suggested she kiss the glands was the one who brought this up.

 

Realizing this, Yu Qing’s hand, clutching Jiang Nianyu’s pajamas, tightened nervously.

 

The woman submerged in the bathtub leaned against the edge, her baby-blue eyes blurred by the steam, making her appear less innocent than usual.

 

Yu Qing stood at the doorway, the cool draft from behind helping her maintain her composure.

 

She felt as if she were seeing Jiang Nianyu’s second face.

 

This wasn’t the naive, timid girl she knew, but rather a woman with her own agenda, skilled at weaving silent webs to ensnare her prey.

 

But what good did Yu Qing’s realization do her?

 

By the time she understood, she was already caught in the web Jiang Nianyu had spun.

 

The bath bomb Yu Qing had unwrapped for Jiang Nianyu had already dissolved, its white bubbles floating on the water’s surface like seafoam surging onto the shore.

 

Jiang Nianyu leaned against the edge of the tub, her long, damp hair curling against her cheek, framing her face with an even more delicate, languid grace. She resembled a free-spirited mermaid who had quietly slipped ashore.

 

As a child, Yu Qing had read in comics that mermaids possessed enchanting voices.

 

Jiang Nianyu gazed at Yu Qing, then slowly opened her mouth. “Didn’t A-Qing say she would give herself to me?”

 

“Why did you break your promise before even a day had passed?”

 

As Jiang Nianyu spoke, she lowered her gaze, her soft voice filled with confusion, as if she couldn’t quite grasp the other woman’s actions.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s amnesia and her initial bewilderment upon arriving at this home had left a vivid and poignant impression on Yu Qing’s heart.

 

So, despite sensing Jiang Nianyu’s hidden agenda, when Yu Qing looked at her now, she immediately saw Jiang Nianyu’s red, fragile, and pitiful eyes.

 

The Omega’s slender shoulders still bore kiss marks, their vividness amplified by the steam and moisture in the air.

 

Yu Qing swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like the scoundrel who would take advantage of an Omega and then leave without a second thought.

 

Fine, she conceded, placing Jiang Nianyu’s pajamas aside and turning to sit beside her. “Just one.”

 

“Thank you, A-Qing,” Jiang Nianyu said softly, her eyes curving into a gentle smile, as if this single gesture was enough to satisfy her.

 

Oh, foolish Beta, Yu Qing thought. How could an Omega ever be content with just one kiss on her scent gland?

 

Oblivious, Yu Qing leaned closer to Jiang Nianyu’s neck, the humid air thick with moisture.

 

She spotted that tiny, almost imperceptible gland again. Perhaps a splash of water had landed on it, leaving a small droplet glistening on its surface.

 

Clear, pure, and transparent.

 

Without hesitation, Yu Qing leaned in and kissed it.

 

Plop.

 

In the quiet bathroom, the sound of a single drop of water falling into the bathtub rippled through the air, sending a shiver through Yu Qing.

 

Jiang Nianyu’s gland was still damp, likely from their earlier encounter.

 

Yu Qing couldn’t detect any scent, but as the droplet rolled from her lips to the tip of her tongue, it felt cool, like tasting mint. Then, just like mint, a fiery sensation burned across her tongue and down her throat.

 

The sensation wasn’t unpleasant; in fact, Yu Qing found it rather pleasant.

 

She noticed that the gland beneath her lips was significantly colder than the surrounding skin. It was crystalline and translucent, perhaps colorless and odorless.

 

It reminded her of the time she forgot to add flavoring to her childhood jelly.

 

She wondered what it would taste like…

 

“Mmm.”

 

Yu Qing suddenly lost her senses, her teeth inexplicably grinding against Jiang Nianyu’s gland.

 

Though her teeth exerted no force, Jiang Nianyu let out a soft whimper, her shoulder pressing against Yu Qing’s chest as she began to tremble uncontrollably.

 

Seeing this, Yu Qing immediately released her teeth, which had acted as if possessed, and even pulled back slightly from Jiang Nianyu. “I’m sorry,” she said sincerely, fearing she had caused Jiang Nianyu any distress.

 

Jiang Nianyu slowly turned her head, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she looked at Yu Qing. “Sometimes, A-Qing really doesn’t seem like a Beta.”

 

It was unclear whether this remark was mocking Yu Qing’s clumsiness or praising her unique charm.

 

The still water in the pool rippled with Jiang Nianyu’s movements, the foam parting with the waves to reveal the clear, shimmering water beneath.

 

There was also water.

 

No one would take a bath while still wearing clothes—that’s basic common sense.

 

Yu Qing, however, seemed to realize this only now. Her gaze lingered on Jiang Nianyu’s back, and her face flushed hot.

 

Some people only dare to eat with their eyes closed, lacking even the courage to glance.

 

This sense of propriety felt both awkward and useless, only making her gaze flicker.

 

But what good would closing her eyes do?

 

Beneath the rippling water, Jiang Nianyu’s slender figure became even clearer in Yu Qing’s mind. Her pale skin was far more beautiful than the lifeless bubbles.

 

Her back resembled a jade sculpture, yet retained a fleshy warmth.

 

Yu Qing thought that even the world’s greatest sculptors couldn’t capture such perfection.

 

“If you want to take a bite, you can try,” Jiang Nianyu’s voice murmured in Yu Qing’s ear, interrupting her thoughts.

 

She leaned languidly against the bathtub’s edge, her slender arms crossed, like the serpent tempting Adam and Eve to taste the forbidden fruit.

 

Yu Qing stared, momentarily stunned by this version of Jiang Nianyu, her desire stirring.

 

She was the most hopeless gourmand, never keeping any delicacy in her fridge overnight.

 

On the wall, the slender, straight shadow finally drifted down, enveloping Jiang Nianyu’s figure and wrapping her tightly in its embrace.

 

But Yu Qing chose only to kiss her again, yet still greedily probed with her tongue.

 

The tip of her tongue, the color of the world’s gentlest hues, was warm and moist. So soft that it could completely cover Jiang Nianyu’s gland—that incredibly sensitive and vulnerable spot for an Omega.

 

In that instant, Jiang Nianyu’s mind went blank.

 

She felt an electric current surge through her neck, the nerves closest to her gland tensing uncontrollably, throbbing.

 

So, not only does a touch feel different from a kiss…

 

A kiss is also entirely different from a lick.

 

Her slender shoulders trembled, then stiffened.

 

Jiang Nianyu bit her lip, calmly suppressing the frantic thoughts racing through her mind.

 

She feared that any movement might awaken this person lost in a blissful dream.

 

Just a little more.

 

Just a little more kissing of her gland.

 

Even if it breaks her skin…

 

But Yu Qing lacked an Alpha’s sharp teeth. How could she possibly pierce Jiang Nianyu’s gland?

 

She could only lightly brush her tongue across it, then retreat to the starting point, like a summer breeze teasing a window curtain.

 

As for what Jiang Nianyu tasted like, she couldn’t discern it.

 

Driven by greed, Yu Qing tried holding the coin-sized jelly in her mouth, cautiously using the most sensitive taste buds on her tongue to savor it.

 

Unbeknownst to her, the camellia flavor had already silently slid down her throat, accumulating, blooming…

 

Until she suddenly felt a familiar heat surging and crashing against her.

 

Compared to the earlier sensation of fingers interlacing, this collision felt far more intense.

 

Her tongue greedily wrapped around another mouthful of the translucent jelly, and she swallowed slowly. Gradually, Yu Qing noticed the surrounding air growing stifling.

 

The cool sensation in her throat did nothing to alleviate the heat. She realized she was starting to feel weak.

 

“…Niannian,” Yu Qing murmured, pushing herself up from the bathtub wall. Her breath rasped through her throat, colliding with the camellia blossoms blooming within.

 

Jiang Nianyu watched Yu Qing rise, her expression suddenly tense. “Your face looks really…”

 

Thump!

 

“A-Qing!”

 

 

After the rain, the sky was a pristine, washed blue.

 

Sunlight, carrying a soft, smooth glow, gently fell upon the face of the sleeping woman.

 

Yu Qing lightly twitched her fingers, slowly regaining consciousness.

 

She realized she was in bed, and her mind reflexively flashed with the thought: Shouldn’t I be at work?

 

But Yu Qing found she couldn’t move.

 

It felt as if countless lead weights were dragging down her limbs. Even opening her eyelids required an immense effort.

 

…

 

Her breathing was labored, the air struggling to pass through her nostrils in a circuitous, strained path.

 

Yu Qing gazed blankly around her home. She felt strangely warm, perhaps because the air conditioning wasn’t on.

 

Yet her clothes were clean and dry.

 

When she raised a hand to touch her forehead, she felt a cool, refreshing ice pack resting there.

 

How did an ice pack get here…?

 

Recalling the last time she had used an ice pack on Jiang Nianyu, Yu Qing slowly realized she might have a fever herself.

 

“You’re awake.”

 

Just as she was thinking this, Yu Qing saw a beautiful little head slowly rise up the stairs.

 

Jiang Nianyu, carrying a tray of food, looked over at Yu Qing with a mixture of surprise and tenderness in her eyes.

 

Yu Qing nodded blankly and asked, “What… what happened to me?”

 

“You have a fever,” Jiang Nianyu explained. “You’ve been asleep all night. It’s nine in the morning now.”

 

As she spoke, Jiang Nianyu didn’t stop working. She set down the tray, deftly picked up a thermometer, and took Yu Qing’s temperature at her neck: “38.5 degrees Celsius.”

 

“Your fever has been fluctuating. It came down a bit in the early hours, but now it seems to be rising again,” Jiang Nianyu said earnestly, showing Yu Qing the brunch she had prepared. “I think you should eat something first.”

 

Yu Qing agreed, knowing that nourishment was essential to fight off a cold.

 

Besides, she had been smelling the fragrant aroma of the food since earlier. The thick, creamy congee paired with crispy grilled chicken wings and stir-fried bean sprouts sounded incredibly delicious.

 

“Thank you for bringing this up for me,” Yu Qing murmured, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

 

“A-Qing took care of me just like this when I was sick. I’m simply following her example,” Jiang Nianyu replied matter-of-factly, her face radiating a gentle warmth that instantly eased Yu Qing’s usual sense of burden.

 

For years, Yu Qing had always been alone during her hospital stays.

 

As she watched Jiang Nianyu set up the small table in front of her and arrange the meal, she experienced for the first time what it felt like to be cared for by someone else.

 

It was the savory, fragrant congee.

 

It was the chicken wings, pressure-cooked until tender and falling off the bone.

 

It was the crisp, refreshing bean sprouts that crunched with each bite.

 

It was the way her stuffy nose cleared with just a slight exhale.

 

Yu Qing felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having met Jiang Nianyu in this world.

 

“After you finish eating, lie down. I’ll rub your back with ginger.”

 

Just as Yu Qing was savoring her meal, Jiang Nianyu’s calm voice drifted from beside her.

 

Jiang Nianyu gazed at Yu Qing’s small face, now much more lively than when she had collapsed the previous night. She exhaled softly, her gaze slowly deepening. “The book says sweating helps cure a cold.”

 

“Oh,” Yu Qing nodded obediently, fully embracing her role as a patient.

 

But then, something felt off.

 

She swallowed the food in her mouth and abruptly looked up. “Then… do I need to take off my clothes?”

 

Jiang Nianyu, seated beside Yu Qing, nodded firmly.

 

Her expression remained serene, like drifting clouds and gentle breezes. Yu Qing finally understood the source of her earlier smile.

 

“Isn’t it a bit late to be shy now, A-Qing? You collapsed in the bathroom yesterday, completely soaked. I even had to change your underwear.”