Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 16

Gu Jianyou, driven by pheromones, pressed Bai Ruanruan forcefully onto the bed.

Having suppressed her instincts for so long, Bai Ruanruan’s provocation had unleashed her like a beast freed from its chains.

She ground her teeth against the Omega’s scent gland, her voice rough with desire. “Bai Ruanruan, let me mark you properly, okay?”

Though phrased as a question, Gu Jianyou left no room for refusal.

Bai Ruanruan’s peach-blossom eyes glistened with unshed tears, too frightened to meet her gaze.

In Gu Jianyou’s current state, wouldn’t she end up dead by morning?

She still had a shoot scheduled for tomorrow—she couldn’t afford to indulge this insatiable Alpha who lost all restraint the moment she was tempted.

Pressing her hands against Gu Jianyou’s chest in resistance, Bai Ruanruan protested weakly, “Your secretary gave me the keycard saying you had work matters to discuss.”

Gu Jianyou smirked. “Coming to your boss’s room in the middle of the night—did you really not know what would happen?”

Bai Ruanruan’s handbag had spilled across the bed, its contents—keys, lipsticks—scattered everywhere.

A soft whimper escaped her throat as she succumbed to Gu Jianyou’s dominance, her eyes reddening from the rough treatment.

As Gu Jianyou loomed over the helpless Omega, a memory flashed through her mind—

A brutal Alpha pinning a fragile Omega to the ground, forcing a mark while the latter sobbed hoarsely, struggling in vain against the overwhelming strength.

The Alpha’s sharp fangs pierced the Omega’s gland, flooding it with incompatible pheromones that ravaged their body. Even now, the echoes of their agonized screams haunted Gu Jianyou’s ears.

She had witnessed such scenes countless times in her family home. The cruelty ingrained in an Alpha’s bones made them disregard an Omega’s suffering, driven only by the urge to conquer.

For years, Gu Jianyou had believed the madness in her bloodline would end with her.

Since presenting as an Alpha, she had never touched a single Omega—until Bai Ruanruan became the sole exception.

Forcing herself to regain control, Gu Jianyou took in the sight of Bai Ruanruan beneath her—disheveled, pleading, utterly defenseless.

“Jiejie…” Bai Ruanruan whispered.

Gu Jianyou abruptly stood, lighting a cigarette with unsteady hands. “My secretary is outside. She’ll take you back to the dorm.”

Like a startled rabbit, Bai Ruanruan scrambled to gather her belongings, shoving them haphazardly into her bag before fleeing—

Leaving behind a single lipstick.

A used one, nestled in the folds of the sheets. Whether forgotten or deliberately placed, it remained.

Before the floor-length mirror, Gu Jianyou traced the smudge of Bai Ruanruan’s lipstick on her neck, then picked up the abandoned tube.

The shade was a muted dried rose, flecked with subtle shimmer. Judging by how much had been worn down, Bai Ruanruan must use it daily.

It suited her—neither too bold nor too plain.

Kissable.

Against her better judgment, Gu Jianyou brought the lipstick to her nose, inhaling the faint remnants of peach fragrance.

The thought of it melting against Bai Ruanruan’s soft lips made her breath hitch. Bracing one hand against the mirror, she met her own gaze, trembling as she applied the color to her own mouth.

In some roundabout way, this was almost like kissing her.

…

Juyin and the secretary stood together at the hotel entrance, watching Gu Jianyou playfully twirl a black tube of lipstick between her fingers before tucking it into her handbag with a faint smile.

Juyin’s pupils constricted sharply. “That lipstick… it looks like Bai Ruanruan’s?”

The secretary had also noticed. “Don’t make wild assumptions.”

Inside the car, Gu Jianyou opened her laptop to handle emails when she suddenly spoke:

“We could buy a trending hashtag about me and Bai Ruanruan using the same lipstick. Our CP fans would love that.”

Juyin stared as if she’d seen a ghost, while the secretary looked equally shocked. “Are we shipping the CP now?”

Gu Jianyou replied calmly, “I’m not manufacturing a CP—just stating facts. Would this attract hate for Bai Ruanruan?”

The secretary’s mind raced. “Fans would dig up the lipstick shade. Perhaps we should first secure Miss Bai’s endorsement deal with the brand before releasing the news?”

Satisfied, Gu Jianyou nodded. “Make it happen.”

As the car stopped near the film set, Juyin opened the door with a darkened expression.

Bai Ruanruan had just finished filming, her long hair damp. Her assistant and stylist were fixing her hair when she looked up to meet Juyin’s venomous glare.

Juyin mouthed silently, “Using such underhanded tricks to seduce the CEO—how shameless.”

Bai Ruanruan burst into laughter, covering her mouth as she swayed with mirth. Her gaze flickered to the matching shade on Gu Jianyou’s lips, making her laugh even more radiantly.

Gu Jianyou frowned. “What’s so funny?”

She pushed a bowl of fish maw chicken soup toward Bai Ruanruan. “How was the Bordeaux bath I sent you last time?”

Bai Ruanruan crossed her right leg over her left, perched on the makeup table with her toes resting on the chair—transforming the ordinary setup into a throne-like scene.

With a smirk, she said, “I’m laughing at cowards who dare not confess their feelings, left to fester in the shadows.”

Thinking she referred to herself, Gu Jianyou pinched the bridge of her nose apologetically. “I’m sorry for last night’s impulsiveness.” She added, “All alphas are terrible. I’ll restrain myself.”

Juyin paled. Bai Ruanruan spared her only a dismissive glance before stirring the thick soup with a spoon. “Premium wine truly makes a difference—my skin feels smoother than with convenience-store plonk.”

The secretary was aghast that anyone would bathe in vintage Lafite… and compare it to cheap twenty-yuan wine.

Gu Jianyou’s gaze lingered on Bai Ruanruan’s lips, where the muted rose shade glistened with soup. The urge to lick it made her twist the ring on her pinky finger compulsively.

Though her alpha pheromones swirled palpably, Gu Jianyou maintained outward composure. “I’ll send two more bottles tomorrow,” she said hoarsely.

Bai Ruanruan propped her chin on her hand. “How could a minor celebrity afford such luxuries? Though honestly, I care more about something else.”

Gu Jianyou stepped closer, tilting Bai Ruanruan’s chin up with gentle fingers. Using a monogrammed handkerchief, she dabbed the soup from those lips—leaving inevitable lipstick stains on the white fabric.

The girl tilted her head obediently, a beautiful, unconsciously regal kitten.

Gu Jianyou whispered, “What do you care about more?”

Bai Ruanruan said, “I’m more concerned about the lipstick I accidentally lost yesterday. How strange—I can’t remember where I left it.”

Gu Jianyou’s hand holding the handkerchief suddenly tensed. “It’s just a lipstick. I’ll buy you a new one.” ▽

Gu Jianyou quickly masked the panic in her eyes, but the faintest flicker of emotion didn’t escape Bai Ruanruan’s notice. The girl in her arms smiled even more radiantly.

“If sister happens to find my lipstick someday, could you return it to me?”

That lipstick—Gu Jianyou had already used it. She wouldn’t give it back to Bai Ruanruan.

“I’ll keep an eye out for it, but I can’t guarantee I’ll find it.”

So spoke the thief.

Bai Ruanruan said meaningfully, “Then I’ll wait for sister’s good news.”

Leaving the film set, Gu Jianyou returned to her company and placed the lipstick in her palm, examining it carefully.

The lonely alpha mindlessly applied the lipstick thickly to her lips, then pressed them firmly against the inside of her wrist.

In the empty office, Gu Jianyou seemed to hear the frantic pounding of her own heart.

She didn’t know if it was arrhythmia—or infatuation.

Taking out her phone, she photographed the lipstick and sent the picture to Bai Ruanruan:

“I found your lipstick. Can you give it to me?”

She lay awake all night until, near dawn, her phone vibrated.

Bai Ruanruan sent a message: “Alright. Consider it repayment for when I took sister’s shirt last time.”

Gu Jianyou immediately recalled Bai Ruanruan spending her heat in the breakroom with Gu’s shirt. Bai Ruanruan never mentioned it, and Gu hadn’t dared to ask.

She typed into the chat box: “Ruanruan, do you… like me?”

Staring at the glaring word “like,” Gu Jianyou deleted the message without sending it.

She fell asleep clutching the lipstick.

For the first time, she felt cowardice.