Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 39

“Besides being good, what else?”

Gu Jianyou gazed at Bai Ruanruan with eager eyes, hoping to catch even a hint of intense emotion in the other’s gaze.

Like the bone-deep desire she felt for Bai Ruanruan—a wildfire that could reduce skin and bones to ashes.

She wanted to embrace her, to lock her away where only she could see, yet couldn’t bear to hide her in darkness. She wanted this camellia to bloom freely under the spotlight.

Gu Jianyou longed for Bai Ruanruan to feel even a sliver of possessiveness toward her. Just a little would suffice.

Bai Ruanruan took a sip of red wine.

“Besides being good?” The girl’s clear voice, unique to youth, grew hazy under the candlelight. “Just… really good. Better than my own sister, better than anyone else in the world.”

Gu Jianyou’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the cutlery.

Bai Ruanruan touched the small silver tiara atop her head.

“Why does sister suddenly ask something like this?”

Dark, unreadable emotions churned in Gu Jianyou’s eyes.

“Nothing.”

Her girl was too innocent—so much so that she didn’t even understand what love was. “Better than anyone else in the world”—wasn’t that just another way of confessing?

The meal passed with both lost in their own thoughts.

Under the streetlights, Gu Jianyou quietly studied the Omega’s profile beside her.

A maddening desire spread through her heart. She clenched the ring in her palm with crushing force.

Six months ago, Gu Jianyou would never have believed she could feel such overwhelming emotions for an Omega. She despised the instincts of an Alpha—if a person couldn’t control their impulses like an animal, they didn’t deserve to be called human.

Now, she wanted to hunt down an Omega of her own.

The dazzling emerald rolled between her fingers before she pressed it hard into her palm, grinding until her skin turned red.

The walk back was silent.

A secret, sticky tension lingered between them.

Bai Ruanruan gently tugged at Gu Jianyou’s sleeve. “Sister?”

Gu Jianyou’s expression was hidden behind her hair, but she seemed to have come to a decision. With delicate fingers, she slid the ring onto her pinky.

Her smile, once shadowed and conflicted, now brightened beautifully.

“It’s late. Don’t go back to the dorm tonight—come stay at my place.”

Neither had eaten much during dinner, their stomachs growling in protest.

Bai Ruanruan watched the Valentine’s Day fireworks blooming in the distance. “It’s already so late. I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Her smile was sweeter than honey, yet it reminded one of a serpent coiled around an apple.

Gu Jianyou’s invitation was flawless. “You’ve never tasted my cooking, have you? The kitchen is already stocked with fresh ingredients.”

She lightly pulled Bai Ruanruan’s fingers—an unmistakable suggestion. Her thumb brushed the delicate skin of the girl’s inner wrist, a simple touch that sent shivers through her entire body.

Step by step, she wanted to lure the unsuspecting Omega into her den, to ensnare her completely.

Bai Ruanruan leaned against the car door. “I never imagined someone like you would cook. I thought you’d have countless people waiting on you.”

Gu Jianyou: “When I was studying abroad, I often cooked for myself. Back then, I was all alone in a foreign country with no family around, and my stingy father didn’t give me a single penny.”

The young girl gazed at her with bright, peach-blossom eyes. “What about your mother?”

Gu Jianyou placed Bai Ruanruan’s soft hand on her own chest, letting her feel the rapid thumping of her heart.

Gu Jianyou: “Have you forgotten? My mother died when I was little—marked by my father despite their abysmal compatibility, all for the sake of that ridiculous business marriage alliance.”

Bai Ruanruan murmured softly, “I’m sorry.”

A smile bloomed on Gu Jianyou’s lips. “It’s fine. I’ve been used to living alone since childhood. You’re the first person worth cooking for.”

Gu Jianyou was like an invincible heartbreaker in matters of love, using her pitiable past and vulnerable words to win the other’s sympathy.

Most compassionate Omegas would immediately express heartache and affection, diving headfirst into the poisoned spider’s web like moths to a flame.

A girl as pure and flawless as Bai Ruanruan—Gu Jianyou was certain her heart must already be drenched in emotion.

Gu Jianyou guided Bai Ruanruan’s hand to her cheek. The cool fingers met warm skin, and Bai Ruanruan gently nuzzled the corner of Gu Jianyou’s eye.

The experienced little temptress withdrew her hand. “I have to wake up early tomorrow for filming. Just drop me off at the hotel near the set.”

Gu Jianyou pressed her lips together, a mix of frustration, disappointment, and loss churning inside her.

Bai Ruanruan smoothly settled into the passenger seat, while Gu Jianyou stiffly—almost roughly—fastened her seatbelt.

With a press of the accelerator, the car sped forward as countless fireworks burst in the sky above, the streets crowded with young couples celebrating Valentine’s Day.

Bai Ruanruan propped her chin on her hand, smiling. “Next time, I’ll definitely try your cooking.”

Gu Jianyou hummed in response, her tone unreadable.

After dropping her off at the hotel entrance, Gu Jianyou watched Bai Ruanruan disappear into the elevator.

…

The young Alpha lit a cigarette in the car, exhaling thin wisps of smoke.

She tapped her phone and dialed her childhood friend’s number.

The other end was noisy with the clamor of a bar, but after a few seconds, the voice moved to a quieter spot. “You actually have time to call me on Valentine’s Day?”

Gu Jianyou: “The method you taught me last time didn’t work.”

Liang Zong: “What are you talking about?”

Gu Jianyou frowned, biting down on the cigarette with its hidden burst bead. “You said to act pitiful in front of the person I like, talk about my miserable childhood, and win their sympathy.”

There was a full half-minute of silence on the other end. “Is there a chance that… no one would dare sympathize with you?”

Gu Jianyou took another drag, frowning. “What do you mean?”

For the first time in all his years as a love expert, her childhood friend felt utterly stumped.

“With your status—so lofty and untouchable—what’s the difference between sympathizing with you and insulting you?”

Perhaps others’ pity would indeed make Gu Jianyou uncomfortable, but Bai Ruanruan’s sympathy would genuinely delight her.

Gu Jianyou stayed silent, letting him continue.

Liang Zong: “Or there’s another possibility—Bai Ruanruan is a high-level player. The moment you opened your mouth, she saw right through you and didn’t take the bait.”

Gu Jianyou stubbed out her cigarette. “She’s so innocent. How could she possibly be the kind of playgirl you’re talking about?”

Liang Zong: “…Alright, I need to get back to my girl. Talk later.”

“See ya later then.”

Gu Jianyou listened to the endless dial tone on the phone before irritably turning it off.

On Valentine’s night, nearly all hotel rooms were fully booked. Gu Jianyou drove alone back to her empty manor.

The manor’s garden, neglected and untrimmed, had grown wild. Combined with winter’s natural withering, it now resembled a haunted house.

Sitting solitary in the study, her iris-scented pheromones drifted through the vast space like a restless ghost without an anchor.

She’d always disdained using romantic tactics to approach Bai Ruanruan—calculated strategies and step-by-step conquests made feelings impure.

But… Gu Jianyou stroked her emerald pinky ring as a bold, almost sacrilegious thought surfaced.

What if? What if from their very first meeting—that fleeting glimpse in the bar restroom with the torn dress—Bai Ruanruan had been setting a trap all along?

What if Bai Ruanruan was really fishing for her, just as her childhood friend had suggested?

Gu Jianyou changed into pajamas Bai Ruanruan had worn before, lying on sheets and pillows still carrying the Omega’s scent.

Tossing and turning while clutching the blanket, she pressed fingers against her scent gland, murmuring:

“I wish Bai Ruanruan really was trying to hook me.”

…

Next day at the film set.

Between work commitments, Gu Jianyou delivered contracts for Bai Ruanruan’s upcoming commercial activities—a magazine cover shoot and interview program.

Bai Ruanruan had just returned from filming, still in costume.

The snow-white blouse appeared ordinary from the front, but the back featured a dramatic cutout that perfectly framed her slender waistline—tantalizing hints of the beautiful hip bones beneath.

Gu Jianyou’s breathing hitched as she averted her probing gaze.

“These contracts need your signature.”

Bai Ruanruan draped a coat over her shoulders, concealing the alluring back view. “You could’ve sent an assistant. Why come personally, sister?”

Gu Jianyou replied tonelessly, “Just happened to be free.”

Yet her eyes kept wandering over the girl, visually drinking in the sweet pheromones.

After yesterday’s roughness—shoving strawberry candies past those soft lips, letting sharp sugar crystals scrape tender inner cheeks before that tempestuous, biting kiss—today she’s all businesslike?

With anxious possessiveness, Gu Jianyou placed her personal pen before Bai Ruanruan.

Watching those fingers grasp the pen still warm from her touch, the corner of her mouth lifted imperceptibly.

Bai Ruanruan signed briskly and returned both documents and pen.

“Anything else, sister?”

Gu Jianyou shook her head. “Just… eat properly at lunch. You’ve gotten thinner.”

The girl covered her mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter. “You’re mistaken—I’ve actually gained weight! My manager’s putting me on a diet.”

No way someone eating rabbit-food portions could gain weight. Gu Jianyou remained silent, unconvinced.

She lingered greedily in the dressing room, reluctant to return to her empty office and deserted manor. Only here could she freely bask in her beloved Omega’s pheromones.

Bai Ruanruan’s playful smirk flickered past Gu Jianyou as she tossed the freshly donned coat onto her.

“I’m off to film now. This coat originally belonged to you, sister. I’ve washed it once—returning it to you.”

This slightly worn coat had accompanied Gu Jianyou from her overseas studies until now. Its classic black silhouette, timeless no matter how long it sat in the closet.

When handed to Bai Ruanruan, the black coat carried the territorial markings of an alpha. Now it had become the omega’s possession.

As Gu Jianyou lifted the coat, she noticed something still in the pocket.

“Wait, Ruanruan, you left something behind.”

But Bai Ruanruan had already left the dressing room, walking toward the set with her manager.

Gu Jianyou’s soft call went unheard as Bai Ruanruan discussed the next scene with the director.

Standing alone, Gu Jianyou retrieved the item from Bai Ruanruan’s pocket.

A lipstick.

The rose tea-colored shade that made Bai Ruanruan’s already fair complexion glow even brighter—now resting in Gu Jianyou’s palm.

……

The director pointed at Bai Ruanruan’s lips. “Your lipstick’s worn off. Have makeup touch it up.”

Bai Ruanruan: “I used my personal lipstick for previous scenes. Finding an exact color match now might be difficult.”

Director: ?

Gu Jianyou pocketed the used lipstick with practiced ease—this being her second time.

Her second acquisition of Bai Ruanruan’s lipstick.

The driving secretary inquired curiously, “Returning to the office, boss?”

Gu Jianyou hummed in affirmation. “There’s an afternoon meeting. Don’t miss it.”

The secretary mused, “You usually spend at least an hour or two on set visits. Why only ten minutes today?”

Wrapping herself in the coat Bai Ruanruan had returned, Gu Jianyou clenched the lipstick tube tightly.

“Just delivering something. Didn’t want to disturb Ruanruan during her busy schedule.”

The secretary detected unmistakable notes of jealous resentment beneath her boss’s measured words.

Gu Jianyou’s gaze lingered on the vibrant lipstick color, her lips curling into a slow smile.

The young alpha never surrendered easily. If inviting the girl to dinner failed, she’d simply employ alternative methods of seduction.

For the first time, Gu Jianyou—who normally despised emotional games—took active pursuit rather than enduring lonely restraint in shadows.

……

“Magazine cover outfits have arrived. Go try them on.” Jiajia escorted Bai Ruanruan to the shoot location. “Trouble in paradise with the CEO?”

“Not exactly.” Bai Ruanruan replied leisurely, “Relationships require mutual effort. What’s the point if I’m always the one seeking her out?”

Jiajia nodded uncertainly.

Bai Ruanruan continued, “If I keep approaching her, people might think I have ulterior motives.”

Jiajia’s eyes widened, perplexed by this romantic dynamic. “Don’t you?”

Bai Ruanruan cleared her throat. “I want her to have ulterior motives about me.”

Only actively obtained treasures felt secure in one’s grasp. Things gained too easily bred suspicion and were rarely cherished.

Minutes later, the magazine outfits arrived.

Delivered personally by Gu Jianyou’s secretary. “Miss Bai, would you like to try these for fit?”

As Jiajia reached for the garment bag, the secretary placed it directly into Bai Ruanruan’s hands.

“The CEO said Miss Bai must open it personally.”

The secretary repeated Gu Jianyou’s words. “Miss Bai accidentally left a lipstick in the clothes returned to the CEO. After discovering it, the CEO asked me to deliver the lipstick along with these items.”

Bai Ruanruan raised an eyebrow—had her big puppy made progress?

Instead of secretly keeping the lipstick and clothes for unspeakable purposes?

Alone in the dressing room, Bai Ruanruan opened the paper bag.

Along with the photoshoot outfit was a photograph.

The girl in the photo bit into a strawberry candied hawthorn, her snow-white teeth and crimson lips touching the equally vibrant treat—

it was impossible to tell whether the candied fruit or those lips looked sweeter.

On the photo’s back was a lipstick mark!

Sniffing lightly, she detected the lingering sweetness of strawberry candied hawthorn on the lipstick—

the very one Bai Ruanruan had intentionally left in the coat pocket.

Unable to contain herself, Bai Ruanruan burst into laughter, clutching her mouth until she knocked over a water glass.

How ridiculous… what an adorably clumsy way to show affection.

The person she fancied could be so endearingly awkward.

A staff member called cautiously from outside, “Miss Bai, is everything alright?”

Still gasping with laughter, Bai Ruanruan managed, “N-nothing’s wrong.”

Nestled in the paper bag alongside the clothes was a delicate, layered leg chain—

designed to sit perfectly at the softest part of the thigh. Silver chains intertwined with freshwater pearls, culminating in a coiled silver serpent charm that shimmered with every movement.

Emerging from the dressing room, the stylist immediately noticed the glittering accessory.

“Did you add this chain yourself, Miss Bai? It’s absolutely transformative!”

With a lifted brow, Bai Ruanruan admitted, “I did. Seductive yet tasteful—I adore this piece.”

Ye Rou, LS Magazine’s renowned lead stylist who rarely worked with lesser-known artists like Bai Ruanruan, found her initial reservations melting away upon their first meeting. She suddenly understood why fans described Bai Ruanruan as “a newly transformed fox spirit”—unconsciously alluring, her natural charm outshining deliberate attempts at sexiness. A single glance from those peach-blossom eyes seemed enough to ensnare hearts.

Blushing, Ye Rou adjusted the chain’s placement. “Your leg proportions are exquisite, Miss Bai. This won’t even need retouching.”

On set, Bai Ruanruan sat regally upon a velvet chaise, her modest white silk gown concealing all but the adorned leg. The seemingly chaste ensemble contrasted strikingly with the scepter and crown—symbols of authority. Shot from above, the composition evoked involuntary reverence, as if viewers might kneel before their queen.

As Ye Rou arranged the gown’s folds, she murmured, “A duo shoot would be perfect.”

Every queen deserved her devoted knight in attendance.

Bai Ruanruan’s lips curved faintly as she pretended not to hear. The session proceeded flawlessly, yielding one cover image and four interior spreads under the photographer’s guidance.

The style she adopted was completely different from Bai Ruanruan’s usual innocent vibe. Her fingers lightly traced the golden scepter, making the jewel-encrusted, gold-inlaid staff appear dull in comparison.

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She was the radiance itself.

Every movement of the young woman before the camera tugged at sensitive nerves, her high-heeled feet dancing upon people’s hearts.

She lounged lazily against the red velvet chair as if it were the chair’s greatest honor to bear her.

Ye Rou caught a whiff of the pheromones floating in the air. “Is Teacher Bai’s scent really peach? I thought it would be more aggressive.”

Eager to experiment, Ye Rou considered offering Bai Ruanruan a cigarette—the photographic effect would be explosive.

Borrowing a cigarette from the cameraman, Ye Rou was about to hand it to Bai Ruanruan when an intensely aggressive iris scent filled the air.

The floral fragrance carried the distinctive pressure of an alpha, making Ye Rou gasp for breath, nearly dropping the cigarette.

Gu Jianyou plucked the cigarette away, snapping it in half before tossing it into a corner trash bin.

“She dislikes the smell of smoke.”

Ye Rou stood frozen. She’d glimpsed the CEO of Liuguang Yule from afar and had a vague impression.

“My apologies, I was only considering the visual impact.”

Gu Jianyou gave a noncommittal hum, her gaze never settling on Ye Rou. She stood behind the cameraman, her eyes ravenously fixed on Bai Ruanruan’s thigh adorned with a leg chain.

The cool silver chain dangled a matching serpent pendant. One could only imagine how icy it must feel against the skin.

Surely it would make that delicate flesh shiver from the cold.

The aloof alpha twisted an emerald ring on her finger, a lurking predator with eyes locked on her prey.

“OK, that’s a wrap. Thank you, Teacher Bai,” the cameraman signaled the end.

The final shot captured Bai Ruanruan seated on an antique desk, her high heels resting on the red velvet chair—

regal yet rebellious, the image alone convincing viewers that Bai Ruanruan deserved everything.

As the crew filed out, the studio fell into sudden silence.

Jiajia was about to help Bai Ruanruan down from the desk when she spotted the figure at the door and quickly ushered her assistant away.

The assistant asked, puzzled, “Aren’t we helping Teacher Bai remove her makeup?”

Dragged along, the assistant glanced back but was immediately blinded by Jiajia’s hand.

“Don’t look, unless you want to be fired.”

…

In the dimly lit corridor,

Gu Jianyou entered the studio like the dutiful knight every empress dreams of, taking her place beside the white-clad maiden.

Gu Jianyou caressed one of Bai Ruanruan’s legs.

“You left a lipstick at my place.”

Perched high on the desk, the girl gave a soft hum.

“I thought sister would have hidden that lipstick away.”

Gu Jianyou’s throat moved. “Why would I?”

Bai Ruanruan pressed a finger to Gu Jianyou’s forehead, trailing down the bridge of her nose, over lips and chin, finally resting at the collarbone—

each touch sending shivers through her body.

Bai Ruanruan: “Just like the last lipstick that mysteriously disappeared.”

That lipstick had been hidden by Gu Jianyou and never found.

Bai Ruanruan pulled out a lipstick tube, twisting it up—

The rosy-red tea-colored cream traced a tiny heart on Gu Jianyou’s collarbone.

The alpha’s breathing suddenly grew heavier. “Stop teasing me.”

Bai Ruanruan seemed to ignore Gu Jianyou’s words entirely. “Where could my missing lipstick be? Maybe in the drawer, perhaps in the safe, or maybe it accidentally fell under the bed?”

At the mention of “under the bed,” Gu Jianyou’s entire body stiffened momentarily.

Under that bed lay all of Gu Jianyou’s profane desires and greed—a box filled with toys and peculiar props that could never see the light of day, still untouched.

Bai Ruanruan: “What brings you to me amidst your busy schedule, sister?”

Gu Jianyou knelt on one knee, her fingers brushing against the silver chain around the young girl’s thigh. “This thing is delicate and hard to remove. Let me help you.”

Using this perfectly justifiable and irreproachable excuse, Gu Jianyou let her fingers linger on Bai Ruanruan’s soft thigh—appearing perfectly proper while secretly indulging in every possible advantage.

The young girl’s high heel pressed against Gu Jianyou’s thigh, treating her no differently than an inanimate footstool. “Why did sister leave a lipstick mark on the back of this photo?”

Bai Ruanruan held up Gu Jianyou’s clumsy evidence of affection with feigned distress: “If someone finds this, I’ll have to clarify on trending searches again.”

Gu Jianyou lowered her eyes, meticulously unfastening the chain and clutching it in her palm. The cool silver still carried traces of Bai Ruanruan’s body warmth.

“Please don’t give me these ambiguous hints next time, sister,” Bai Ruanruan said. “If paparazzi or rivals discover them, it would be quite troublesome to handle.”

Gu Jianyou suppressed a hum in her throat. Her gaze lingered on the photo bearing the crimson lip print—she wanted to ask for this potentially dangerous memento back.

But Bai Ruanruan spoke first: “But since it’s a gift from sister, I’ll keep it safe. This thigh chain too.”

Left standing alone in the studio with empty hands, Gu Jianyou stared blankly in the direction Bai Ruanruan had departed.

Had her fishing expedition succeeded? Or had it failed?

Had the little Omega truly been caught?