Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 37

As winter gradually passed, work commitments kept them apart during the Spring Festival.

Gu Jianyou hurried back from abroad, carrying carefully prepared Valentine’s Day gifts in her hands.

Her secretary said, “Miss Bai has joined a new film crew. Would you like to go see her, boss?”

The secretary drove while adding, “I heard today is Valentine’s Day, and the crew even took half a day off.”

“Apparently, many celebrities are there, and fans are holding events nearby—it’s quite lively.”

Gu Jianyou flipped through the brand materials in her hands, searching for a suitable endorsement for Bai Ruanruan. She hoped her little girl wouldn’t end up filming those so-called “pure yet suggestive” ads that flirted with the edge of propriety.

Hearing the secretary’s words, her expression darkened instantly.

They had been separated for so long, and now they couldn’t even spend Valentine’s Day together.

The young alpha asked,

“What is Bai Ruanruan filming right now?”

The secretary forwarded the script to the boss’s email.

The black sedan sped along the elevated highway. Gu Jianyou’s fingers tightened around the mouse, the scent of irises mingling with the car’s perfume—so thick it was almost suffocating.

The closer they got to their destination, the heavier Gu Jianyou’s breathing became.

A low, rumbling sound, not unlike a cat’s purr, escaped her throat.

The glands on the back of her neck were riddled with needle marks, bruised and swollen—just looking at them was painful.

Yet Gu Jianyou seemed indifferent to the pain, pressing her fingers against the glands to suppress the overwhelming urge to see her Omega.

The script in her hands suddenly lost all appeal. Closing her eyes, Gu Jianyou recalled the last time they met—when she had applied medicine to Bai Ruanruan.

Her fingers had lightly brushed the delicate Omega’s glands, moments after her little girl had bravely pressed sharp needles into them to extract pheromones.

As her medicine-coated fingers touched the inflamed, feverish skin,

the girl in her arms trembled violently, her fingers digging into Gu Jianyou’s shoulders.

She let out a pitiful, kitten-like whimper.

Whether it was the dim lighting or something else, Gu Jianyou thought she glimpsed a flash of white wings in the room—more beautiful than a swan’s spread, softer than down.

What was that?

Gu Jianyou dismissed it as a trick of the eye. The girl in her arms clung to her shoulders, pouting.

“How long will you be away on business, sister?”

An unexpected crisis in overseas operations had forced Gu Jianyou to fly across the ocean just as the New Year approached.

The girl in her arms had teary peach-blossom eyes, biting her lower lip until it turned crimson, her voice heartbreakingly tender.

Gu Jianyou had replied hoarsely, “Just a few days.”

The girl had nodded obediently. “I’ll wait for you to come back.”

But that wait stretched into the entire New Year.

Snapping out of her memories, Gu Jianyou gazed at the scenery flashing past the window and the approaching gates of the film studio.

For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt and hesitation.

Would her little girl be angry with her?

Due to the time difference, Gu Jianyou had been swamped with work, barely finding time to call Bai Ruanruan—only to realize she was already asleep.

Unable to bear disturbing her hardworking Omega, she had spent nights alone in bed, replaying Bai Ruanruan’s voice messages on WeChat over and over.

Listening to them all night, her hands trembling, she injected suppressants into the back of her neck.

As the icy liquid coursed through her limbs, Gu Jianyou shivered from the cold, clutching the soft white clothes she’d brought from the mansion to barely manage sleep.

The secretary parked the car and announced, “Boss, we’ve arrived.”

Gu Jianyou opened her eyes, her tall frame revealing unfathomable darkness in her gaze. The secretary opened the car door for her. “There’s quite a crowd ahead. I heard there’s a live stream for Valentine’s Day.”

Dressed in a black autumn-winter trench coat that accentuated her tall figure, Gu Jianyou wore a scarf to conceal the redness of her scent glands. Her long hair was casually tied into a bun, adorned with the feather hairpin Bai Ruanruan had given her, swaying gently in the breeze. A simple hairpin elevated her entire look to new heights of elegance.

The secretary said, “I’ll inform the director. Please wait in the car for a moment.”

Gu Jianyou shook her head and closed the car door. “As an investor, can’t I visit the set?”

She held the script for Bai Ruanruan’s latest short drama in her hand. The character was a seductive socialite who navigated wealthy circles with effortless charm, untouched by scandal, her beauty winning the favor of powerful figures. There were endless banquets and balls to attend.

Bai Ruanruan’s fans seemed to adore this vixen persona. The response on Weibo was overwhelmingly positive—just a short teaser had prompted a surge in platform subscriptions, making the executives dream of profits in their sleep.

Gu Jianyou pressed her lips together, gripping the script tightly until the fragile paper wrinkled. She didn’t want Bai Ruanruan interacting with so many actors. She wanted her attention solely on herself. Jealousy mingled with pheromones, twisting her expression into something unreadable.

…

Director: “Teacher Bai, are you ready?”

Bai Ruanruan carefully outlined her brows in the mirror. “Just a few more minutes.”

The director gave an OK sign. “The fans are waiting. Viewer numbers have already surpassed 600,000.”

Bai Ruanruan smiled faintly as she meticulously filled in her brows, indifferent to the live stream that had already begun warming up.

“Teacher Bai, could we take a photo together?” A young admirer peeked from behind—a rising idol transitioning into acting, Yun Xia, with her soft, adorable features and signature twin ponytails. Her personality matched her looks—sweet and bubbly, freshly eighteen with doe eyes that could melt anyone’s heart.

Bai Ruanruan set down the brow pencil. The girl in the mirror was flawlessly made up. As a succubus, she needed only the lightest touch of foundation—nature had already blessed her with perfection.

A box of nutty chocolates tied with a pink ribbon was placed before Bai Ruanruan. Yun Xia bounced over, pressing her cheek against Bai Ruanruan’s as she raised her phone. Yun Xia was also an Omega, her milk candy pheromones blending deliciously with Bai Ruanruan’s peach scent.

Their soft cheeks touched, Yun Xia’s face flushing crimson, her ears hidden beneath her hair burning even hotter.

Click.

The photo captured the perfect moment—Bai Ruanruan’s gentle, demure smile, Yun Xia’s radiant energy, and if one looked closely, a hint of shyness in her eyes.

Yun Xia nervously twisted her fingers together. “Will Teacher Bai eat my chocolate?”

Bai Ruanruan: “Do you really want me to?”

Yun Xia blushed shyly: “I really do!”

Bai Ruanruan smiled without giving a definite answer.

She never ate food from strangers.

Yun Xia’s face turned even redder as she shyly said, “Then I’ll take my leave now, Sister Bai. See you during the livestream~”

Bai Ruanruan watched in bewilderment as the girl skipped away, nearly tripping over the threshold when exiting the dressing room.

Bai Ruanruan: “?”

After having her dress adjusted by the stylist, she left the dressing room.

In just two minutes of walking down the hallway, Bai Ruanruan had already received three pieces of chocolate.

Celebrities maintained strict control over their romantic lives—under their managers’ supervision, public dating was nearly impossible.

But privately exchanging chocolates was harmless enough.

…

Gu Jianyou stood silently at the end of the corridor, watching the scene unfold as her fingers tightened around a paper bag.

The alpha’s oppressive aura made her secretary struggle for breath, while the sharp scent of irises swirled through the narrow hallway.

Gu Jianyou quietly observed Bai Ruanruan in the corridor, who—whether intentionally or not—handed all the chocolates she’d received to Jiajia.

Jiajia’s eyes widened. “How did you get so many chocolates?”

Bai Ruanruan glanced toward the corner at the end of the hallway, her keen senses detecting the deliberately suppressed pheromones.

She had become so familiar with Gu Jianyou’s scent that even the faintest trace was noticeable to the little succubus.

Covering her mouth with a smile, Bai Ruanruan nearly doubled over with laughter.

“I’m on a diet—you can have them.”

Jiajia: “The people who gave you these would be heartbroken if they knew.”

Bai Ruanruan grinned. “They never outright said they liked me. What’s the point of ambiguously giving me chocolate?”

Gu Jianyou watched as Bai Ruanruan walked away, her grip on the paper bag nearly crushing it.

Gu Jianyou spoke slowly, “Would Bai Ruanruan give my chocolate to her manager too?”

Noticing her boss’s unusual state, the secretary quickly reassured her, “You’re the most special person to Miss Bai. There’s no way she’d give yours away.”

Inside the paper bag Gu Jianyou carried was a box of handmade caramel hazelnut-filled chocolates from a century-old chocolatier.

She had spent an entire week failing before finally producing one successful batch.

Gu Jianyou forced a smile. “I suppose Bai Ruanruan doesn’t need my homemade chocolates anyway.”

Secretary: “…”

Your jealousy is stronger than your pheromones at this point.

…

The livestream began.

Bai Ruanruan and the host sat on the central sofa, with Yun Xia beside her, gently holding her arm.

The other celebrities sat in a circle, each adorned with subtle Valentine’s Day touches—some wore ribbons in their hair, while others donned pink dresses. Bai Ruanruan, however, seemed indifferent to the theme, casually dressed in an overcoat.

On-screen comments scrolled rapidly as Bai Ruanruan and the others flashed their professional smiles.

“It’s Valentine’s Day—time to carry my wife away!”

“My Yun Xia is so sweet she melts my heart, wuwu~ How can there be someone as adorable as Yun Xia in this world?”

“The atmosphere between Bai Ruanruan and Yun Xia is so… ambiguous.”

“Right? I’ve never seen my wife let another girl hold her arm like that before.”

“It’s been almost a month since we’ve seen Bai Ruanruan and President Gu interact. My ship is suffering QAQ”

“As expected of the rich to be so heartless. Another day of cursing Gu Jianyou.”

Live chat:

“Girls, I spotted something! Look behind the pillar in the top right corner—isn’t there someone standing there? The sheer resentment radiating from them scared me.”

“Holy sh1t I see it! That person looks exactly like Gu Jianyou.”

“I never cared for this pairing before, but suddenly I’m shipping them hard.”

“What kind of legendary CP is this? The flirtatious socialite beauty × the secretly jealous, restrained big dog.”

Yun Xia broke out in goosebumps, like a chick being stared down by a predator.

“It’s so cold… the AC must be set too low.”

Her assistant bent down behind her. “Sis, it’s 27°C indoors. It’s not cold.”

A nearby girl leaned in. “Not cold at all—I’m actually sweating.”

Yun Xia shot Bai Ruanruan a pleading look while rubbing her arms.

The closer she got to Bai Ruanruan, the more intense the feeling of being watched became.

Bai Ruanruan subtly avoided Yun Xia’s touch. “Why don’t you wrap yourself in a blanket?”

Yun Xia: “…whimpers”

Under the alpha’s intense gaze, Bai Ruanruan’s tail almost slipped out before quickly disappearing back under her skirt—a fleeting glimpse of a black heart-shaped tip.

Gu Jianyou frowned, thinking she must have imagined it. “Did you see anything behind Bai Ruanruan just now?”

The secretary assumed her boss meant Bai Ruanruan’s outfit. “The dress looks great! Fan reactions have been positive too—there are already many candid shots circulating.”

Irritated, Gu Jianyou pinched the bridge of her nose and dismissed the secretary. She sat alone on an empty sofa, pulling out a script page to fold between her fingers.

Despite repeatedly glancing up, she never saw anything unusual emerge from Bai Ruanruan’s tailbone again.

Gu Jianyou muttered under her breath, “Could I really have been mistaken?”

The ordinary A4 paper transformed into an exquisitely folded little fox in her hands—complete with a tail that could wag back and forth.

For two hours—the entire duration of the livestream—Gu Jianyou remained on that sofa.

Her cold gaze landed on Jiajia sneaking chocolate Bai Ruanruan had given her in a corner.

Feeling the alpha’s terrifying stare, Jiajia slowly looked up and stiffly wiped chocolate crumbs from her mouth. “President?!”

Gu Jianyou spoke mildly, “Is the chocolate good?”

Jiajia: “…Tastes like mass-produced chocolate.”

Gu Jianyou gave her a meaningful look before smiling—a smile that made Jiajia’s hair stand on end. “Of course. Everyone’s so busy with work—who would have time to hand-make chocolates for Bai Ruanruan?”

Except her.

Jiajia: “?”

As the livestream neared its end, the host asked the final question: “Ruanruan, your outfit is different from all the other guests’. Is there special meaning behind it?”

Bai Ruanruan gently stroked the trench coat she was wearing and the iris brooch pinned to it, her radiant smile watching the endlessly scrolling barrage of comments.

She glanced back at the corner where Gu Jianyou stood, causing the latter’s heart to pound violently.

Had she been discovered?!

The girl’s peach-blossom eyes swept over Gu Jianyou, whose fingers clutching the paper bag suddenly stiffened.

A warm current surged from the depths of her heart.

After nearly a month apart, she had thought she might have developed at least some resistance to Bai Ruanruan’s smile and pheromones. Yet just one glance shattered all her resolve completely.

Bai Ruanruan turned her gaze back to the camera, tenderly caressing the trench coat with affectionate gentleness.

“This coat was personally draped over me by my girlfriend, and the brooch was her gift too. Wearing it on Valentine’s Day feels perfectly fitting.”

Yun Xia stared at Bai Ruanruan in disbelief, her expression utterly heartbroken. ▽

The barrage went wild with screams of “Aaaaaah!”, instantly propelling this public display of affection to trending status.

In the corner, Gu Jianyou’s face flushed crimson,

Perfectly captured by the high-definition camera.

The usually composed and rational CEO stood with reddened cheeks and neck, her moist eyes filled with disbelief as she stared at Bai Ruanruan, still clutching a folded paper fox with a wagging tail.

My… girlfriend?

Gu Jianyou could hear her own frantic heartbeat, her entire body tingling with electricity,

Repeating Bai Ruanruan’s words in disbelief,

Wondering if she’d misheard or imagined it.

She stood frozen for who knows how long, until the live stream ended and her stiff body was embraced by soft warmth, her cool cheek meeting tender lips.

Bai Ruanruan lightly pecked the corner of her mouth,

“Is my girlfriend bringing me a gift in that bag?”

Gu Jianyou responded dreamily,

“It’s handmade chocolates. I made them myself, different from store-bought ones.”

Seeing her own reflection in Bai Ruanruan’s light-colored eyes, Gu Jianyou added,

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my girlfriend.”

“I missed you so much while abroad.”

Bai Ruanruan beamed, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Gu Jianyou didn’t acknowledge any online marketing claiming Yun Xia was the sweetest omega—

To her, Bai Ruanruan was the sweetest by far.

Blushing shyly, Gu Jianyou asked, “Will my little girlfriend go on a date with me then?”

Gu Jianyou placed the paper fox in Bai Ruanruan’s coat pocket, then handed her the paper bag,

Almost too embarrassed to look at Bai Ruanruan’s face as she spoke, her cheeks burning,

“There’s an event downtown today—free strawberry candied haws for anyone wearing high school uniform skirts. I… I want some. Would you wear it?”

As if someone of Gu Jianyou’s status would crave free candied haws.

Seeing the restrained yet eager look in her shy eyes, Bai Ruanruan covered her mouth with a laugh, nearly doubling over with amusement as she lightly tugged Gu Jianyou’s collar.

Inside the bag was a pink JK uniform popular with young girls, complete with a raspberry-colored ribbon.

When Bai Ruanruan kept laughing, Gu Jianyou coughed awkwardly, thinking she disliked the idea,

“Maybe we should forget it…”

Bai Ruanruan tossed the bag to her assistant behind her,

“Go find the makeup artist to style my hair in twin tails.”

Bai Ruanruan’s slender fingers pressed against Gu Jianyou’s lips, feeling the scorching heat of the alpha’s mouth.

Gu Jianyou stood still, waiting quietly as Bai Ruanruan led the makeup artist into the room.

The gazes of those around them lingered subtly—some probing, some gossipy, some delighting in their ship, and a few murmuring in amusement at the “scheming alpha.”

Gu Jianyou touched her lips where Bai Ruanruan had just pressed them.

In a public setting, under the scrutiny of everyone, such an intimate gesture—something that should have belonged in the dim privacy of a bedroom—was now exposed under the glaring sunlight.

She pressed a cool hand against the back of her neck, where her overstimulated scent gland pulsed.

Her gaze slowly slid over Yun Xia, proudly declaring her absolute claim over Bai Ruanruan.

The proud alpha walked past Yun Xia, an omega, her eyes filled with disdain and the arrogance of one favored by the gods.

“Bai Ruanruan has no taste for your mass-produced chocolates. That sickly sweetness is cheap and causes cavities—stop sending them.”

Yun Xia, the sweet-faced idol adored by everyone, scoffed.

“Who says chocolates on Valentine’s Day must symbolize love? How insecure are you, President Gu, that you’re afraid someone might steal Bai Ruanruan away?”

Without waiting for a response, Yun Xia skipped off to find her manager and remove her makeup.

As a nationally protected omega, she wasn’t afraid of provoking the fierce alpha.

Gu Jianyou: “…Tch.”

Left standing there, outmaneuvered, her expression darkened like a storm about to devour someone.

Her fingertips brushed her lips again, as if a fire burned there—searing through skin, bone, even her scent gland, now feverish.

Her eyes fixed on the tightly shut door of the makeup room.

Her mind vividly conjured Bai Ruanruan slipping soft white stockings over her straight legs, the faint hint of skin visible at the joints.

A pink plaid skirt stopping mid-thigh, knee-high socks pulled up just enough to leave a tantalizing gap—the softest part of her thighs, untouched by fabric.

Lost in thought, Gu Jianyou suddenly found herself plunged into darkness.

Even her ears seemed muffled, the world silent except for the frantic pounding of her heart betraying the alpha’s unrest.

A pair of delicate hands, softer than syrup, covered her eyes, the sweet scent of peaches—Bai Ruanruan’s pheromones—wrapping around her like a trap.

Gu Jianyou’s breath hitched, her body tensing, teeth sinking into the inside of her cheek.

With restrained hunger, she covered Bai Ruanruan’s hands with her own.

“Guess who~” Bai Ruanruan giggled.

Gu Jianyou pulled the girl’s hands away and turned to see her—black Mary Janes, white stockings hugging slender legs, that exact “absolute territory” she’d imagined, the socks slightly squeezing plush thighs into soft, tempting mounds.

Even the air Gu Jianyou exhaled burned.

She draped a thick coat over Bai Ruanruan, then wound her own scarf twice around the girl’s neck.

Standing at Bai Ruanruan’s side, she shielded her from the crew’s prying eyes and the eager phones raised to capture them.

Bai Ruanruan twirled in place, her pleated skirt tracing a graceful arc in the air.

“Do I look pretty?”

Gu Jianyou nodded shyly, taking Bai Ruanruan’s cold hands between her own to warm them, breathing out a puff of white vapor.

They walked to a secluded spot where Bai Ruanruan took Gu Jianyou’s hand and placed it on the soft flesh of her thigh between her white thigh-high stockings and pleated skirt.

“Your hand isn’t as warm as my body, sister.”

Gu Jianyou’s hand nearly stiffened, afraid to press too firmly against the skin beneath her palm.

Their posture was unbearably intimate—if caught by any camera, they’d instantly go viral.

Gu Jianyou’s breath nearly hitched. “Ruanruan?”

Having spent nearly a month alone during the New Year, Bai Ruanruan clung to her.

“I never realized before… so this is what sister likes?”

The black sedan drove into the bustling city center, where crowds of girls in JK uniforms passed by—some holding their girlfriends’ hands, others walking in groups.

It almost felt like stepping into the setting of a youthful romance novel.

Gu Jianyou’s throat tightened. “What did you say?”

The girl knelt astride the woman, the car’s tinted windows revealing passersby casting curious glances at the expensive vehicle. Gu Jianyou had the illusion of being watched.

She grew even more tense, fingers hovering at the girl’s waist, afraid she might fall.

Bai Ruanruan nipped at Gu Jianyou’s earlobe and whispered,

“Of course, sister likes innocent high school girls like me~”

Gu Jianyou had only ordered the outfit on impulse after reading too many Valentine’s Day guides. Just as she opened her mouth to explain, Bai Ruanruan sealed her lips.

The alpha slumped awkwardly against the seat as the crowd outside thickened. Every muscle in her body tensed—she even hallucinated a tail flicking behind Bai Ruanruan.

Through her hand, Bai Ruanruan kissed her, pressing her lips to the back of Gu Jianyou’s hand, yet the sensation sent a shiver through her as if she were being forcibly claimed.

“The outfit is pretty. I love it.”

She guided Gu Jianyou’s hand to the top edge of her stockings. “Sister kept staring—what exactly were you looking at?”