Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 15

Gu Jianyou stood silently at the door of the lounge, the sound of wet squelching reaching her ears.

She hardly dared to imagine what was happening to her shirt. The primal instincts of an alpha surged within her, urging her to burst in and pin Bai Ruanruan against the wall—

To tease her until she couldn’t even cry.

And in truth, she was about to do just that.

“CEO?” Jiajia hurried over. “There are some commercial contracts regarding Bai Ruanruan that require your signature.”

Holding the documents, Jiajia walked to the far end of the corridor. “Bai Ruanruan wasn’t feeling well today. After drinking some nourishing soup, she took a light nap in the lounge.”

Jiajia looked at Gu Jianyou with concern. “These contracts are urgent. Please review them.”

Gu Jianyou’s eyes darkened further, the red veins in them startling the agent.

“What contracts?”

Gu Jianyou’s gaze was glued to the gap in the door, where the Omega’s dazzlingly white thigh peeked through.

The air was thick with the overpowering scent of ripe peaches—so ripe they were on the verge of rotting, yet any less would have been too unripe.

Gu Jianyou’s stare was almost tangible.

Her little girl was using her clothes to commit sacrilege.

Only a thin door separated them—and it wasn’t even fully closed.

What an audacious, shameless Omega.

Jiajia pressed, “CEO?”

Reluctantly, Gu Jianyou shut the door and glared at Jiajia. “Give me the contracts.”

Veins bulged on Gu Jianyou’s forehead, her eyes so dark and terrifying that a single glance felt like she might devour someone whole.

Jiajia immediately handed over the contracts with both hands.

Following behind Gu Jianyou, she unlocked her phone.

Ten minutes ago, Bai Ruanruan had sent a message in their chat:

“After you see Gu Jianyou standing outside my door for three minutes, find an excuse to take her away.”

Though Jiajia didn’t understand Bai Ruanruan’s intentions, she complied, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

Gu Jianyou swiftly reviewed the contracts and signed them, though even at her fastest, it took nearly ten minutes.

She shoved the documents back at the agent and immediately turned toward the corridor, now thick with temptation.

Every step felt like treading through the lair of a bone demon.

Gu Jianyou stood before the door, hyperaware of every sound—

Even a passing breeze felt like an innocent kiss against her neck, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

Her fingers rested on the doorknob. A single press downward, and she would see Bai Ruanruan in heat.

Through the door crack earlier, Bai Ruanruan had been flushed pink all over, curled up in the corner, her lips glistening and parted as she panted, her soft crimson tongue faintly visible.

Whimpers of desperation spilled from her throat.

Gu Jianyou’s own throat went dry. She pressed down on the handle—

Just as she was about to push the door open, it swung inward instead.

A young woman stood there, sweat dripping down her face, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks. Though her clothes were neatly arranged—a V-neck sweater—red marks from scratching were visible on her collarbone. Sweat trailed from her jaw down her neck before disappearing beneath her collar…

Gu Jianyou’s gaze followed those droplets, landing on Bai Ruanruan’s chest.

Bai Ruanruan’s peach-blossom eyes were damp with moisture. She looked startled to see the woman before her. “Sister, what are you doing here?”

Gu Jianyou swallowed hard, her voice hoarse. “What were you doing in there?”

Bai Ruanruan flustered. “Reading the script.”

Gu Jianyou’s gaze lingered on Bai Ruanruan’s lips—her lower lip swollen and red from being bitten, the soft pink tip of her tongue faintly visible as she spoke.

This was a little Omega who lied through her teeth.

Before Gu Jianyou could speak, Bai Ruanruan hurried out of the lounge, her steps unsteady, bumping into her in the process.

Gu Jianyou staggered back half a step, the strands of Bai Ruanruan’s hair brushing past her nose.

Her heart trembled, but before she could even process it, Bai Ruanruan had already vanished.

Pushing open the lounge door, she saw the used, sticky shirt soaked in water, laundry detergent masking the scent of their pheromones, cut into unrecognizable scraps.

Gu Jianyou gasped heavily, slamming her fist against the wall—

……

After a brief meeting with the director, Bai Ruanruan received a call from Song Yu.

The online buzz around Song Yu’s drama had always been high, and even as a minor character, she managed to scrape up some attention.

“Ruanruan, you’re amazing! I actually managed to charm that ice-cold agent!”

Bai Ruanruan arched an eyebrow. “Congratulations.”

Even through the phone, she could feel Song Yu’s excitement. “Jian Shiqing really is my goddess. Last time, I helped her cover up a work mistake, and she immediately asked me out to dinner.”

Song Yu giggled behind her hand. “Then I ‘accidentally’ let her see me taking my suppressants—she actually watched from the window for over half an hour. My skirt was soaked by the end.”

Bai Ruanruan glanced at the black car parked not far from the set. “You should be more reserved. Don’t let Jian Shiqing think you’re some easy Omega.”

Song Yu: “Got it, sis. Next time, dinner’s on me.”

Hanging up, Bai Ruanruan’s lips curled high—whether from joy over Song Yu catching her goddess’s attention or from delight in tormenting Gu Jianyou, it was hard to say.

Jiajia arrived with a new assistant. “After filming today, we’re heading to a new mall for an event. Your outfit’s already prepared.”

Bai Ruanruan smiled faintly. “Thank you. And about Gu Jianyou… I appreciate it.”

Jiajia waved it off as nothing, though she still shivered as she opened the car door for Bai Ruanruan.

“The CEO really is a top-tier Alpha. Just one look from her, and my back was drenched in cold sweat.”

Like a lamb under the gaze of an apex predator.

Jiajia had never lied to the CEO before—today was a first.

In the backseat, Bai Ruanruan combed through her long hair, her light peach-blossom eyes in the mirror carrying a teasing ambiguity. A single glance from her could make anyone feel as if they were being gazed upon with deep affection.

As the car sped down the highway, passing the city’s largest commercial district, the new assistant pressed her face against the window.

“Miss Bai, look! That LED screen has your ad on it!”

Bai Ruanruan glanced up. One after another, the massive LED displays across multiple districts showcased her lipstick and sleepwear ads—some simply featuring her everyday photos.

Jiajia had seen well-connected stars before, but never one with resources like this. “Did Radiant Entertainment arrange all this?”

Bai Ruanruan showed no trace of overwhelmed gratitude, as if it were entirely ordinary. “Perhaps.”

Backstage, the assistant carefully presented two black velvet jewelry boxes to Bai Ruanruan as she sat in makeup.

“Miss Bai, the CEO just sent these over for you.”

The assistant opened the jewelry boxes.

One contained an antique gold necklace from the last century, embedded with six large peridots, paired with matching earrings. The mere unveiling left everyone in the dressing room holding their breath.

It was even more breathtaking than viewing it through bulletproof glass in a museum.

The gold cradled the translucent green peridots, making the wearer’s skin appear even more luminous and snow-white.

The other box held a pink sapphire encircled by rippling diamonds, drawing all attention to the delicate pink joints of the fingers.

Yet, no amount of opulent jewelry could overshadow Bai Ruanruan’s beauty—they could only serve as accessories.

Languidly, Bai Ruanruan said, “Thank my sister for me. Since she insists, I’ll graciously keep these gems safe for her for now.”

She picked up the necklace and fastened it around her neck. “Tell her she can take them back anytime.”

The assistant blushed instantly. “I—I’ll go deliver the message right away.”

Bai Ruanruan: “Wait. Give this to her.”

The assistant took the paper bag handed to her with both hands.

“I’m looking forward to seeing my sister wear this.”

The assistant hurried out of the dressing room without delay, delivering the item to the person waiting in the black sedan.

…

Secretary: “President, are you returning to the estate?”

Gu Jianyou glanced inside the bag and immediately averted her gaze. “Find the nearest five-star hotel and book a presidential suite.”

The secretary didn’t question it. “Right away.”

Inside the room, Gu Jianyou opened the paper bag to reveal a custom-made nightgown—

A special design created by the brand for Bai Ruanruan, with a largely open back secured by a bow on the shoulders, embroidered with delicate irises and peach blossoms.

The spaghetti straps accentuated Gu Jianyou’s naturally model-like figure, but unlike Bai Ruanruan’s soft allure, it carried a dangerous, predatory edge.

Standing before the floor-length mirror in the nightgown, Gu Jianyou realized she didn’t exude the same charm as Bai Ruanruan, despite wearing the same design.

She let her long, raven hair cascade over her shoulders and lit a cigarette as she settled onto the sofa.

Her tablet played the livestream of Bai Ruanruan’s event from earlier that day.

On screen, Bai Ruanruan wore the jewelry she had gifted. Gu Jianyou exhaled a slow stream of smoke, satisfaction glinting in her narrowed eyes.

Moments later, the hotel door opened.

When booking the room, Gu Jianyou had instructed the secretary to give the keycard to Bai Ruanruan.

Now, she had arrived.

The young woman had just removed her makeup, yet the absence of cosmetics didn’t diminish her beauty—instead, it enhanced her fresh, ethereal allure. Her soft, just-of-age skin seemed made for kisses, more supple than boiled egg whites.

Bai Ruanruan: “Sister?”

Gu Jianyou stubbed out her cigarette in the crystal ashtray. “Do I look good?”

She was wearing the nightgown Bai Ruanruan had given her.

The girl closed the door behind her, smiling sweetly. “Of course you look the best.”

Bai Ruanruan was petite, and when the alpha pulled her into an embrace, she had to rise onto her tiptoes to kiss her.

“But I still think it doesn’t look as good on you as it does on me.”

Dark impulses surged in Gu Jianyou’s eyes. Like holding a kitten by the scruff, she gripped the back of Bai Ruanruan’s neck, her fingers tracing the strange red markings there.

Gu Jianyou murmured, “Why? Why doesn’t it look as good on me as it does on you?”

Bai Ruanruan’s breath hitched, a primal fear rising in her chest—the instinctive dread of being prey under a predator’s gaze.

For a fleeting moment, she regretted teasing the alpha too much—she shouldn’t have been so reckless.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers brushed past Bai Ruanruan’s under-eye area. “Is it because I don’t have the same red marks as you that I can’t replicate the effect from the commercial?”

On the table, Gu Jianyou had already prepared edible strawberry-flavored pigment, along with a small brush.

She dipped the brush into the pigment and gently pressed it against Bai Ruanruan’s lips, nudging it forward. The girl innocently bit down on it.

“Mmm?” Sister?

Gu Jianyou: “Why don’t you paint them on me instead?”

She turned her back to Bai Ruanruan. “I gave you such beautiful jewelry—you wouldn’t refuse me, would you?”

Bai Ruanruan’s teeth trembled around the brush. She knew exactly what the alpha was doing—this was just another way to tease her.

First, paint the marks, then lick them clean.

Devious alpha.

The little succubus wasn’t about to give her what she wanted.

With a playful smile, Bai Ruanruan coated her lips with the pigment, then stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Gu Jianyou’s neck.

She pressed a soft kiss against the alpha’s skin.

The strawberry-tinted pigment left behind a faint lipstick mark.

Bai Ruanruan traced Gu Jianyou’s lips with the brush, her peach-blossom eyes reflecting nothing but the other woman.

Gu Jianyou felt a tickling sensation on her lips and instinctively licked them, only for her tongue to graze the brush—making the itch worse.

The little succubus feigned distress. “What should I do? Sister, I’m so clumsy—I don’t know how to paint.”