Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 7

Gu Jianyou gazed at Bai Ruanruan’s exposed back. The silk nightgown hung loosely, barely staying on as Bai Ruanruan clutched the front to her chest.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers stiffly tied a neat bow at Bai Ruanruan’s back, securing the dress in place.

Her fingertips brushed against Bai Ruanruan’s skin.

A searing heat spread through Gu Jianyou’s fingers, as if she had been branded. Her eyes were fixed on the intricate patterns adorning Bai Ruanruan’s back.

At the nape of her neck, a slightly swollen scent gland pulsed.

Gu Jianyou stared openly until an awkward cough from someone nearby snapped her out of her trance.

Bai Ruanruan: “Thank you, sister.”

Gu Jianyou nodded. “It was nothing.”

She stood behind the crew, watching as Bai Ruanruan followed the director’s instructions in the studio.

The girl smiled with pure, radiant charm before the camera, flaunting her beauty without restraint.

Gu Jianyou turned to Jiajia. “Has Bai Ruanruan been drinking her tonic regularly?”

The girl was too frail—Gu Jianyou feared a strong breeze might snap her in half.

Jiajia tucked Bai Ruanruan’s ordered suppressants into her bag. “She drinks it every day. Her complexion has improved a lot.”

Jiajia gave the CEO a strange look. “You… maybe you should take a break in the lounge?”

Gu Jianyou didn’t respond, remaining behind the camera until Bai Ruanruan finished shooting the commercial.

The patterns on Bai Ruanruan’s back seemed to hold some inexplicable allure, tempting Gu Jianyou to trace them with her fingers.

She wanted a closer look.

But the few seconds spent tying the bow hadn’t been enough.

Two hours later, Gu Jianyou distractedly replied to emails. The moment she saw Bai Ruanruan wrap up and head to the dressing room, she snapped her laptop shut and handed it to her secretary.

In the quiet dressing room, Bai Ruanruan slipped out of the brand’s sleepwear, her skin glowing like snow against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gu Jianyou stood at the door. “Bai Ruanruan.”

Bai Ruanruan turned, swiftly pulling on her coat. “Did you need something, sister?”

Gu Jianyou: “Didn’t you use the burn ointment I gave you last time?”

The girl covered her mouth with a soft laugh. “Ah, I forgot to explain—it’s a birthmark, not a burn.”

To be precise, it wasn’t a birthmark but the markings unique to mutated succubi, considered the most disgraceful among their kind.

Birthmark… Gu Jianyou lingered on the word, rolling it over her tongue.

Can I take a closer look?

The question caught in her throat before she could voice it. Bai Ruanruan, now fully dressed, smiled. “I have class this afternoon. See you later, sister.”

The cunning Omega vanished without a trace, leaving behind only the lingering sweetness of peaches in the cramped lounge—teasing the unsatisfied Alpha.

Gu Jianyou clenched her fists, her gaze lingering on the discarded sleepwear Bai Ruanruan had left behind.

……

“So you just… took Bai Ruanruan’s sleepwear?” Liang stared at her childhood friend in disbelief. “How is that any different from a pervert stealing underwear?”

In the corporate tea room, Gu Jianyou’s hand trembled slightly as she held the Jianzhan teacup.

“I requested it from the brand. It wasn’t theft.”

Liang scoffed. “Ah, yes, that makes you so much nobler than a thief—asking permission first and all.”

She had never seen Gu Jianyou so fixated on an Omega before. Just witnessing her behavior made Liang want to call the police.

Gu Jianyou: “……”

Gu Jianyou: “The sample already carries Bai Ruanruan’s pheromones and isn’t suitable for others to wear. Giving it as a complimentary gift to the client is better than having it fall into someone else’s hands due to improper storage later.”

General Manager Liang: “You make a valid point.”

As Gu Jianyou’s friend with overlapping business interests, she had personally met Bai Ruanruan.

“Frankly speaking, who wouldn’t like an Omega like Bai Ruanruan? No one can resist her pheromones. You’re just one of many who’ve fallen under her spell.”

Gu Jianyou’s hand holding the teacup paused.

GM Liang continued, “Right now, Bai Ruanruan has only encountered someone as wealthy and powerful as you, putting you ahead of all competitors. But as her career progresses, she’ll meet plenty of other big bosses.”

Gu Jianyou said indifferently: “She’ll eventually realize I can offer her the most resources.”

GM Liang shook her head. As someone who juggled multiple partners and was naturally promiscuous, she knew relationships well.

“She might meet someone less wealthy but gentler, who happens to touch her heart in just the right way? Money isn’t everything.”

Gu Jianyou downed her tea in one gulp. “I have work to attend to this afternoon, so I won’t keep you for lunch. You may leave now.”

GM Liang: “?”

Wait, are people in love always this fragile?

Gu Jianyou carried the paper bag containing Bai Ruanruan’s little camisole back to her office. Alone, she gently cradled the nightgown Bai Ruanruan had worn, still carrying the fresh scent of peaches.

The milky white silk camisole was crumpled in Gu Jianyou’s grasp before being carefully smoothed out on the desk.

Clutching the soft fabric tightly, Gu Jianyou’s eyes turned red as she panted heavily.

Her mind kept replaying her friend’s words.

“You can have her, but so can others…”

The little Omega might call someone else “sister,” let someone else bite her neck, let someone else tie her ribbons…

Gu Jianyou couldn’t bear the thought.

Due to past experiences, she had long suppressed her desires for Omegas. Now that the floodgates had opened, there was no stopping it.

Bending down, Gu Jianyou viciously tore at the silk fabric with her teeth, the sharp fangs piercing through the material as if sinking into Bai Ruanruan’s delicate gland.

The fabric ripped apart, eventually reduced to shreds.

In a daze, Gu Jianyou placed the tattered remains of the camisole back into the paper bag. Composing herself, she activated the office’s air circulation system to disperse the overwhelming scent of iris pheromones.

Secretary: “Boss, that jewelry brand we contacted earlier wants to collaborate with Bai Ruanruan on their new affordable luxury watch line.”

All of Bai Ruanruan’s potential business deals were reported to Gu Jianyou after initial screening.

Standing before the glass curtain wall in the corridor, Gu Jianyou gazed into the distance before responding: “Where is Bai Ruanruan now?”

Secretary: “In the classroom downstairs for vocal and acting lessons. Should I call her up?”

Gu Jianyou: “No need. I’ll go down to see her.”

Gu Jianyou couldn’t bring herself to let Bai Ruanruan enter the office reeking of alpha possessiveness, nor let her see the ruined clothes. Nervously, she twisted the ring on her pinky finger.

Through the door’s window, she saw the young girl standing with her instructor, who was guiding her movements by running a slender metal pointer along her shoulder blades.

The teacher said softly, “You’ve been practicing for two hours. Would you like to take a break?”

Bai Ruanran wiped the sweat from her forehead. “I can keep going a little longer.”

The teacher’s expression grew even gentler. “You’re the most diligent student I’ve ever taught.”

Diligent and talented—it would be a crime against nature if Bai Ruanran didn’t become famous.

Bai Ruanran’s teacher was in her forties, well-maintained with an elegant demeanor. The way she looked at Bai Ruanran was filled with the affection of an elder for a younger.

Bai Ruanran smiled, her peach-blossom eyes narrowing adorably. “It’s all thanks to your teaching. No one has ever been as patient with me as you.”

She deliberately took out the handmade dark chocolate she carried with her, wrapping it in an exquisite gift box tied with a ribbon adorned with glitter.

Every detail reflected the student’s thoughtful effort.

Gu Jianyou watched this scene unfold through the glass window on the door.

Bai Ruanran had never given her any gifts.

Though there was no inappropriate tension between the two, Bai Ruanran’s eyes held only the reflection of her teacher, gazing intently whenever the teacher spoke, her posture respectful and humble.

Gu Jianyou: “…”

She recalled her friend’s earlier words: “You’re not the only one affected by Bai Ruanran’s pheromones.”

Gu Jianyou stood there as if torturing herself for ten minutes before turning to take the elevator back to her office.

In the classroom, Bai Ruanran suddenly glanced toward the door. “I feel like someone was just watching us?”

The teacher replied, “Maybe a passing agent?”

She took a bite of the dark chocolate Bai Ruanran had made. “You’re so thoughtful, Ruanran.”

Bai Ruanran smiled and said it was nothing, her peripheral vision scanning the empty doorway.

Strange. Someone had definitely been there just now.

Could it have been Gu Jianyou?

Jiajia: “I just asked the brand about retrieving the dress you wore. They said the CEO took it.”

Jiajia’s message continued: “Why would the CEO take your dress? Maybe you should ask her?”

Bai Ruanran only saw these messages after class, her face showing surprise before breaking into a smile.

She murmured to herself, “Alphas are so impatient.”

Bai Ruanran opened her calendar, checking the last time Gu Jianyou had used suppressants. The timing should be about right.

An alpha’s rut can be suppressed with inhibitors, but the higher the alpha’s rank, the shorter the suppression lasts. Gu Jianyou needed injections every two weeks, whereas a proper mark could last three months.

Bai Ruanran showered in the back of the classroom, using a hairdryer to fluff up her long hair. Her light-colored eyes in the mirror seemed naturally smiling.

Dressing with one hand, she used the other to dial Gu Jianyou’s number.

An alpha in rut is impulsive, prone to losing rationality.

…

In the dimly lit office, Gu Jianyou lay sprawled across the desk, breathing heavily, her fingers trembling uncontrollably as she struggled to grasp the inhibitor syringe.

Even the simple act of inserting the needle into her skin failed multiple times.

Gu Jianyou could resist ordinary omega pheromones—before meeting Bai Ruanran, there had never been any incidents.

But whether on set, in the classroom, or in the office, anywhere Bai Ruanran had been, the lingering peach scent in the air clung like maggots to bone, gnawing away at Gu Jianyou’s already fragile self-control.

Her phone buzzed insistently. Gu Jianyou looked over with bloodshot eyes.

“Was that Bai Ruanruan calling?” Gu Jianyou grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button.

Bai Ruanruan’s crisp voice came through the receiver, “Jiajia asked me to discuss the advertising contract with you. Are you in your office right now?”

Gu Jianyou suppressed the urges coursing through her body. “I’m busy right now. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

Bai Ruanruan said, “I’m outside your office right now. The secretary said you’re free.”

Bai Ruanruan: “Sister, can I come in?”

The girl didn’t wait for Gu Jianyou’s permission—the heavy breathing through the phone already said everything.

The office door clicked open, and the sharp, intoxicating scent of irises made the Omega’s legs go weak.

Gu Jianyou’s pupils constricted as she watched the girl walk in. Guiltily, she shoved the paper bag containing torn dress fragments further under the desk.

Gu Jianyou glared at her. “I told you not to come in.”

The Alpha’s pheromones flushed the girl’s face red. Her long hair was damp, and she smelled clean and fresh, like a peach just plucked from water.

A hand ruthlessly pierced the peach’s fragile skin, crushing the flesh, squeezing the fruit into a pulpy mess.

Gu Jianyou roughly grabbed Bai Ruanruan’s wrist like a beast chained by iron.

“I said, don’t come in.”

“Get out.”

The little succubus pressed her cool fingers against Gu Jianyou’s burning cheek. “Is your rut coming?”

“Sister, you need my help.”

A weak-legged Omega said this to an Alpha whose reason had shattered.

Bai Ruanruan sat on the desk, firmly gripping the syringe of suppressants in Gu Jianyou’s hand, steadying her trembling fingers.

Gu Jianyou stared unblinking into Bai Ruanruan’s light-colored eyes as the girl forcefully guided her hand, pressing the needle into the vein on her neck.

The cold suppressants flooded her bloodstream.

The two were so close their noses nearly touched.

The Omega sat high on the desk, looking down at the disheveled Alpha.

“Feeling better now, sister?”

The syringe fell to the floor, rolling beside the paper bag filled with shredded silk.