Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 8

“This gift is too extravagant, I can’t accept it.”

Bai Ruanruan stared at the platinum necklace embedded with large aquamarine stones that Gu Jianyou had presented. Every cut of the gem was flawless.

The entire piece exuded opulence and grandeur, its weight substantial even within the velvet-lined box.

Gu Jianyou said, “It’s all thanks to you helping me with the inhibitor injection last time. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.”

Her gaze remained fixed on Bai Ruanruan’s eyes.

The pale blue gems perfectly complemented Bai Ruanruan’s light-colored irises—wearing them around her neck would suit her far better than keeping them locked away in a safe.

Bai Ruanruan took a step back. “Sister has already taken such good care of me. Helping you through your rut was only natural. Besides…”

She smiled faintly at the exorbitantly expensive custom necklace.

“I have no occasion to wear something like this. I’m just a small, unknown actress in the industry.”

Wearing it publicly would be tantamount to admitting she had a wealthy patron.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers tightened around the red velvet box until her knuckles turned white. “You’re the first person to ever refuse me.”

Her darkened eyes studied Bai Ruanruan, recalling once more how, in the dimly lit office that day, the girl had guided her fingers to press the cold inhibitor into the veins of her neck.

Unlike any other lover, the beautiful girl hadn’t generously offered the back of her neck when her patron was in the throes of rut, allowing herself to be bitten fiercely.

Instead, she had remained composed and restrained, perched atop the desk cluttered with documents, looking down at Gu Jianyou in her disheveled, desperate state—administering the inhibitor like a temporary antidote.

Gu Jianyou’s fragile pride now lay in Bai Ruanruan’s hands, each breath laced with a stinging ache.

Bai Ruanruan lowered her peach-blossom eyes. “Sister, please don’t make this difficult for me…”

With a cold laugh, Gu Jianyou snapped the velvet box shut. “Since Bai Ruanruan has made her stance so clear, forcing it upon her would only be unreasonable, wouldn’t it?”

Bai Ruanruan murmured, “Sister, I really can’t accept it…”

Her voice was soft and sweet, the narrow room thick with the mingling scents of their pheromones.

Gu Jianyou steeled herself and turned to leave.

If she stayed any longer, she didn’t know what regrettable thing she might do.

Outside, Gu Jianyou leaned against the cold wall, a bitter smirk twisting her lips.

Yes, Bai Ruanruan was a pure-hearted girl who had entered the entertainment industry to chase her dreams. Accepting this necklace would taint that, staining her with the industry’s gaudy excesses.

And Gu Jianyou? She was nothing but filth, steeped in the corruption of wealth.

Back in the room, Bai Ruanruan was joined by Jiajia.

“Why did you refuse the CEO’s gift just now?” Jiajia fretted. “She’s never given presents to anyone before!”

Bai Ruanruan carefully traced her brows before the mirror, her reflection stunning—bright peach-blossom eyes glimmering with amusement.

“Jiajia, do I seem like someone who’d be swayed by expensive gifts?”

Jiajia nearly choked. “Are you saying that necklace wasn’t valuable enough?”

Just the sight of those nine massive gemstones dangling from the chain—Jiajia had never seen anything so luxurious up close.

The little succubus murmured to her reflection, “Every alpha loses control at my pheromones. Yet Gu Jianyou remained restrained even under overwhelming desire, never once humiliating me. She’s… good.”

Had it been anyone else, Bai Ruanruan might have accepted the gift.

But not Gu Jianyou’s.

Her mind drifted back to the torn nightgown fragments hidden in the paper bag in the office.

Her eyes brimming with even deeper amusement,

“I really enjoy the scent of Gu Jianyou’s pheromones.”

Jiajia didn’t understand what Bai Ruanruan was thinking and pushed the schedule in front of her. “You have two dance classes tonight, so eat more at lunch to replenish your energy.”

The moment Bai Ruanruan’s pajama commercial was released, before the client could even buy a trending spot, the hashtag shot straight to the top of the hot searches.

#BaiRuanruan’sPajamasAreKillingMe#

In the twenty-second ad, Bai Ruanruan, dressed in milky-white pajamas, twirled barefoot on a plush carpet, holding a bouquet of large anemones before leaning back onto a soft bed.

The next scene showed her hugging a pillow, playfully engaging in a pillow fight with someone off-camera.

The milky-white silk pajamas shimmered dazzlingly with every movement. The large cutout on the back might have seemed tacky, but the addition of a bow made it irresistibly cute.

The long trailing ends of the bow were all too easy to tug—just a gentle pull, and the entire back was exposed.

Viewers couldn’t help but want to reach into the screen and undo that bow themselves.

The delicate milky-white camisole nightgown, paired with the red vine-like markings trailing down her back, exuded a forbidden allure.

“Ahhhh, whose wife is this?! Oh wait, she’s MY wife!”

“Those markings on my wife’s back are so unique!!! They hit all my kinks.”

“Are those tattoos or birthmarks? Whatever, sis, come ravish me already.”

“This level of sexiness might not appeal to men, but it definitely works on women. The internet has made me bold—hi, wife!”

“I’ve already ordered the same pajamas. Why are they sold out instantly? What kind of inventory management is this, brand?”

“Am I the only one obsessed with Ruanruan’s shell-like toes? Can she step on me, please? (Drops pants)”

“Damn, the comment section can’t even scrape together a single pair of pants intact.”

…

Gu Jianyou scrolled through the trending topics on Weibo as she walked down the quiet hallway.

She usually left work after 8 p.m., taking time to stroll through the company floors to mull over projects before heading home.

Somehow, she found herself outside the practice rooms again.

The entire hallway was dark, save for a sliver of light seeping from under one door—like a candle flame luring in moths.

The air was thick with Bai Ruanruan’s pheromones, ripe and fragile as a peach ready to burst at the slightest touch. Gu Jianyou’s grip on her phone tightened, knuckles cracking.

Ever since that night at the bar when Bai Ruanruan crashed into her life,

every minute, every second, Gu Jianyou had felt those sticky-sweet pheromones clinging to her like spider silk.

She lacked the rationality to question why the hallway lights were always turned off early, or to consider the pajama sales figures.

She simply walked to the practice room door.

Gu Jianyou had secretly purchased the same pajamas Bai Ruanruan wore, but the ones infused with her scent had already been torn to shreds, rendered unwearable.

Settling for second best, she could only obtain a brand-new set.

Inside the mirrored practice room, Bai Ruanruan followed the instructor’s guidance, practicing basic dance moves.

To the rhythm of drumbeats, she arched backward, her supple waist bending gradually, her delicate fingers stretching tentatively toward the floor mid-air.

A simple backbend left both the instructor and Gu Jianyou holding their breath.

The form-fitting training suit clung tightly to Bai Ruanruan’s soft yet resilient body, revealing a glimpse of red patterns at her neck—like the tip of an iceberg emerging from water, hinting at more hidden beneath the surface.

Her face flushed from exertion, Bai Ruanruan arched into a perfect inverted U-shape, fingers gripping the floor as she slowly straightened her flexible waist.

Gu Jianyou’s bloodshot eyes traced the faint tremors of muscle along Bai Ruanruan’s waist from overexertion.

A simple training pose, yet she was utterly entranced.

She lingered outside the door, careful not to let her shadow appear on the polished mirrors.

The instructor checked her watch. “You’ve been practicing for an hour and a half. Take a break—we’ll start learning the dance properly tomorrow.”

Wiping sweat from her forehead, Bai Ruanruan bowed. “Thank you, teacher.”

The instructor smiled. “A rising idol like you—aren’t you going to snap a photo for Weibo? Let your fans see your hard work.”

Leaning against the railing, Bai Ruanruan’s clothes were drenched.

“I should push myself. How else can I live up to my fans’ expectations?”

A bead of sweat clung to her long lashes. “Posting about minor hardships just to fish for sympathy would be too pretentious.”

With a shy smile, she added, “Thank you for correcting my form today. I have filming tomorrow, so I’ll come later.”

The instructor, accustomed to celebrities who prioritized publicity over fundamentals, had rarely seen someone as diligent as Bai Ruanruan.

Gu Jianyou watched from the darkened hallway.

Cloaked in black, she melted into the shadows, her restless heart lurking unseen.

Inside her bag lay the necklace Bai Ruanruan had refused.

Gritting her teeth, Gu Jianyou silently mouthed against her knuckles as the instructor left:

Bai Ruanruan, do you really think you want nothing from me?

……

Noticing the slightly ajar door, Bai Ruanruan peeled off her sweat-soaked training suit at the back of the studio.

Barefoot on pristine tiles, she stepped under the shower.

Warm water cascaded over her flushed face. Of course, Bai Ruanruan coveted Gu Jianyou’s wealth and status—

And even more, her intoxicatingly compatible pheromones.

Footsteps echoed through the empty studio. A single flimsy door stood between Gu Jianyou and Bai Ruanruan’s shower.

Gu Jianyou crossed the vacant practice room, setting her bag with the necklace against a mirror.

As her fingers brushed the doorknob, her friend’s warning resurfaced:

Bai Ruanruan is a high-level player…

Gu Jianyou shook her head with a laugh. Impossible.

Her paranoid friend, burned by scheming lovers, saw deceit everywhere.

She turned the handle. “Bai Ruanruan?”

Just as Gu Jianyou’s pounding heart urged her to push open the soundproofed door—it swung inward instead.

Steam had painted Bai Ruanruan’s skin pink. Intricate dark-red patterns bloomed across her back, delicate peach blossoms peeking through. Her eyes, hazy with moisture, widened in shock.

She retreated half a step, bare feet silent. “Sister… why are you here?!”

Like a startled kitten, she cautiously assessed the unexpected visitor.

A single towel draped from collarbone to knees.

Gu Jianyou replied, “This was the only studio with lights on.”

Bai Ruanruan whispered, “Jiajia specially arranged these lessons for me. My foundation isn’t as good as professionally trained actors, so I can only practice in my spare time.”

As she spoke, Bai Ruanruan subtly hid her injured wrist behind her back.

How could such a movement escape Gu Jianyou’s notice?

Gu Jianyou pulled Bai Ruanruan’s concealed wrist forward, gently laying it before her for examination.

Gu Jianyou’s fingers pressed against the joint of Bai Ruanruan’s wrist. The fair wrist, having bumped against something unknown, was red and swollen with visible abrasions.

Embarrassed, Bai Ruanruan tried to withdraw her hand, “How can one learn dancing without getting hurt?”

Gu Jianyou didn’t let her pull away, instead looking up at Bai Ruanruan’s flushed face.

“It’ll bruise tomorrow. Let me massage it for you now.”

Gu Jianyou’s thumb brushed against the inner side of Bai Ruanruan’s wrist, as if she weren’t pressing a wrist but the sweetly fragrant gland at the back of a neck.

“Ah, that hurts.” Bai Ruanruan’s eyes reddened as she tried to retrieve her wrist. “Sister, you’re hurting me.”

Gu Jianyou’s grip remained firm. “It needs to hurt a little to heal faster.”

Tall and imposing, the mirrors around them reflected what appeared to be a small Omega being embraced in the Alpha’s arms.

Gu Jianyou softened her tone, “Does it still hurt?”

Bai Ruanruan gasped, “Sister, be gentler. I’m sensitive to pain.”

When Jiajia came to pick up Bai Ruanruan after class, she suddenly saw her artist and the CEO in an embrace outside the door.

Jiajia: “!!!”

The seasoned manager instantly recalled the controversial marketing strategy she’d discussed with Bai Ruanruan. Quietly taking out her phone, she snapped a silent photo…

Alpha CEO secretly meets young Omega artist in practice room at night—just the thought was explosive.

With practiced discretion, she left, heading to the stairwell to message Bai Ruanruan:

“I’m tied up with the crew. Head back to the dorm yourself after class. We have filming tomorrow—don’t stay out too late.”