Little Succubus Transmigrates into a Fishing Type O - Chapter 9

Gu Jianyou glanced at the message from Bai Ruanruan’s manager lighting up her phone screen.

A flicker of amusement crossed her eyes. “Seems like your manager misunderstood what we were doing.”

Biting her lower lip, Bai Ruanruan murmured, “Sister, stop teasing me.”

Gu Jianyou took a step back. “Let me dry your hair for you. It’s easy to catch a cold in this weather.”

The practice room’s air conditioning was blasting—hot enough to make anyone sweat in just a short-sleeved shirt. How could anyone catch a cold?

Obediently clutching the towel to her chest, Bai Ruanruan sat on a small stool.

Gu Jianyou rolled up her shirt sleeves, picked up the light pink towel Bai Ruanruan often used, and gently draped it over the girl’s head.

Bai Ruanruan’s long hair dripped with water as Gu Jianyou gathered a strand between her fingers, tenderly pressing it into the towel to soak up the moisture.

In the surrounding mirrors, the innocent girl fidgeted nervously. “You don’t have to trouble yourself, Sister. I can dry it myself…”

Gu Jianyou chuckled. “Are you saying I’m too slow?”

Bai Ruanruan shook her head. Gu Jianyou reassured her, “I’ll be quick.”

Her fingers brushed against Bai Ruanruan’s scalp, sending a shiver through the girl’s body. Watching Bai Ruanruan’s uneasy expression reflected in the mirrors, Gu Jianyou thought to herself—what a silly little thing.

If it were any other young star, they’d be scrambling to seize this opportunity, bending over backward to please her.

But Bai Ruanruan’s fingers only tightened around the towel shielding her body. Another actress might have “accidentally” let it slip, shamelessly flaunting herself in this mirrored room to seduce their benefactor.

Gu Jianyou sighed inwardly. This girl was too naive, trembling like a quail caught by the neck.

Gathering another strand of hair, Gu Jianyou leaned down and pressed a kiss to it, her warm lips meeting the damp locks.

It was like inhaling the scent of a freshly washed peach—ripe, tempting.

She wanted to sink her teeth in, peel away the skin, and devour the juicy flesh beneath.

Enthralled, she kissed the strand again, her other damp hand gliding along Bai Ruanruan’s neck.

Her voice turned husky. “Have you ever thought about finding a patron?”

Her hands settled on Bai Ruanruan’s shoulders as she whispered against the girl’s flushed ear,

“I can give you ads, resources, marketing—I can make you famous.”

Gu Jianyou sounded like a serpent luring its prey into the abyss, her thumb pressing insistently against the scent gland at the nape of Bai Ruanruan’s neck.

In the mirrors, the girl’s dazed, reddened eyes were laid bare.

Bai Ruanruan clutched the towel tighter. “Thank you, Sister… but I don’t need it.”

The pheromones thickened. Gu Jianyou gritted her teeth.

“Bai Ruanruan, think carefully.”

Once she finished drying the girl’s hair, before she could say another word, Bai Ruanruan stood abruptly, meeting her gaze with unwavering resolve.

“If Sister wants a lover, find someone else. I… don’t want that kind of relationship with you.”

Gu Jianyou froze, the towel still clutched in her hands, strands of Bai Ruanruan’s hair and lingering pheromones clinging to it.

Her throat worked as she watched Bai Ruanruan swiftly shut the door, dress, and leave the room with her bag.

Just before stepping out, Bai Ruanruan glanced back at Gu Jianyou, still rooted in place.

Her eyes, glistening like mistreated peach blossoms, and the reddened scent gland at her neck made her look like a thoroughly bullied kitten—one that would surely cry in private later.

Gu Jianyou stood alone in the empty room, her sharp iris-scented pheromones enveloping the towel in her hand.

She murmured to herself, “She just refused me, but she doesn’t hate me.”

She hadn’t reacted as if her dignity had been insulted, slapping her across the face.
Nor had she stormed off in a rage without looking back.

Instead, she had wanted to maintain their relationship, glancing back with a pitiful look before leaving.

Gu Jianyou buried her face in the soft pink towel and let out a quiet sigh.

She picked it up carefully, pressing it against the back of her neck, saturating the entire towel with her own scent.
Her breathing grew heavy as she rubbed the skin there until it flushed red.

After a long while, her eyes brimmed with barely restrained emotion. Stiffly, she placed the towel into her handbag.

A few strands of soft white hair clung to her fingers.

She couldn’t bear to tear the Omega-scented towel apart with her teeth—she treasured it too much, needing to use it again and again.

……

“After filming today, we still have a few sets of casual photos for the fans,” Jiajia arranged the schedule. “Does your waist hurt?”

Bai Ruanruan, dressed in her costume, was memorizing lines on set. “Why would my waist hurt?”

Jiajia widened her eyes and whispered, “You didn’t… with the CEO last night?”

She glanced at Bai Ruanruan’s still-swollen, reddened scent gland.

“I thought you and the CEO went wild all night—how come there’s not a single bite mark on you?”

Bai Ruanruan smacked Jiajia lightly with the script. “I was alone in the dorm. I wasn’t with the CEO.”

Jiajia gasped. “Does the CEO have someone else in mind?”

She showed Bai Ruanruan the photo she had taken outside the practice room yesterday.

From the angle, Gu Jianyou was holding Bai Ruanruan tenderly in her arms—the Omega docilely lowered her head while the Alpha radiated protectiveness over the girl in her embrace. They looked like a match made in heaven.

The surrounding mirrors added an indescribable tension to the scene.

As fans would say—pure kink fuel.

Jiajia asked, “Should we post this online?”

Bai Ruanruan pondered for a moment, then glanced at the director, who was sipping goji berry tea on a small stool.

Director Zheng noticed her gaze and turned. “Hmm?”

Bai Ruanruan smiled sweetly. “Does this drama need to promote a CP for publicity?”

Director Zheng scratched his head. “This drama focuses on a young girl’s coming-of-age. There isn’t much romance—no need for external promotion.”

Jiajia interjected, “Then can we promote the rumors between Bai Ruanruan and the CEO?”

Director Zheng leaned in curiously to examine the photo. “It does have an aesthetic appeal.”

Jiajia gave a thumbs-up. “Just looking at this, I could write at least 100k words of fanfiction.”

Director Zheng stroked his chin. “Post it from a few burner accounts. The CEO’s gaze has that mix of first-love innocence and deep affection.”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered Gu Jianyou’s public image—but her care for Bai Ruanruan was too blatant to hide.

If anything, he was surprised that no rumors had surfaced between them yet. Was the CEO just… not making a move?

Half an hour after the photo was posted on Weibo—

“What kind of random person dares to form a CP with my wife?”

“Wait—am I seeing things? Why does this look exactly like the CEO of Radiant Entertainment???”

“So, Gu Jianyou is Bai Ruanruan’s sugar mommy? I heard Gu Jianyou is an alpha—her aura is absolutely killer. Just looking at her makes my pants wet.”

“But Gu Jianyou’s gaze is so pure! I don’t care, I’m shipping them first.”

“Shipping with utmost respect +1”

“I’ve always hated the debauched chaos of the entertainment industry, but seeing an alpha carefully cradling an omega in her arms is just pure romance.”

“Gu Jianyou, draw your sword! Bai Ruanruan is mine.”

“Is no one going to call out this behavior? I thought Bai Ruanruan was different from the rest of the industry, but turns out she’s just another pretty face climbing the ladder.”

“I was about to upvote the comment above, but why the hell did the CEO like it first?!?!”

“IS THAT THE ACTUAL PERSON INVOLVED?!?!”

Gu Jianyou scrolled through Weibo in her black sedan.

Her assistant asked, “Should we contact the poster to delete the photos?”

After checking, the assistant found the photographer hadn’t hidden their identity—they’d openly walked down the corridor, gasped silently with a hand over their mouth, and immediately raised their phone.

Zooming in revealed it was a staff member from Ji Entertainment, Bai Ruanruan’s agency.

Gu Jianyou clearly knew this too.

“No need. I liked it.”

Assistant: “……?”

Was the boss shipping her own CP?

With Gu Jianyou’s like, the baseless rumors online were instantly debunked. CP fans materialized out of thin air, shipping the pair with wild abandon.

Twirling the ring on her pinky, Gu Jianyou murmured, “Bai Ruanruan had her agency release these photos. She has feelings for me.”

The assistant wondered if she’d misheard. “?”

Have you heard yourself?

Gu Jianyou pushed the car door open and spotted Bai Ruanruan shooting behind-the-scenes photos on set.

As a minor celebrity, Bai Ruanruan needed to maintain her presence by frequently updating fans with casual set photos.

Gu Jianyou noticed the crouching photographer but missed the crew member watching a live stream behind them.

Setting a thermal container on the table, Gu Jianyou said, “Liu Mansion’s new deer antler and black chicken ginseng soup. You’re frail—you need to replenish your energy.”

Bundled in a heavy coat with her character Jiang Xue’s makeup—more youthful and innocent than in the comments, with soft pink eyeliner under her eyes that made her look freshly tearful—Bai Ruanruan beamed. “Thank you, jiejie.”

Gu Jianyou stood beside the photographer. “Where are you at with the shoot?”

That “jiejie” sent a collective shiver through everyone present.

Could they actually be together?!

They’re already calling each other sisters—how intimate!

Photographer: “Bai, could you remove your coat? We’ll shoot a reading-the-script shot where the lighting’s better.”

Nodding, Bai Ruanruan stood. Gu Jianyou swiftly stepped forward, personally removing the heavy coat from Bai Ruanruan’s shoulders and draping it over her arm before smoothing Bai Ruanruan’s hair.

Blushing, Bai Ruanruan whispered, “Thanks, jiejie, but not here…”

She nudged Gu Jianyou aside. “Everyone’s watching.”

Gu Jianyou plucked a diamond hairpin from her own locks and fastened it into Bai Ruanruan’s soft tresses.

“Mm, I won’t disturb you.”

Her voice low, Gu Jianyou straightened the wrinkles from Bai Ruanruan’s skirt.

In the sunlight, it was hard to tell whether the sparkling diamond hairpin shone brighter or Bai Ruanruan’s luminous eyes outshone it.

Gu Jianyou knew when to stop and took a step back, giving the photographer space to work.

Her fingertips still tingled with the lingering sensation of Bai Ruanruan’s soft hair.

Just like yesterday, when she had dried Bai Ruanruan’s damp locks…

She didn’t just want to touch Bai Ruanruan’s long hair—she wanted to touch more, so much more.

Gu Jianyou lowered her gaze, watching as the live camera faithfully captured the dark hues on her fingertips.

The person handling the livestream knew exactly what the audience wanted, deliberately focusing the lens on Gu Jianyou.

The young CEO’s eyes were restrained yet wistful, her slightly upturned gaze brimming with complex, intense emotions.

She turned to check the edited clip the director had just sent. On her phone screen, Bai Ruanruan, playing Jiang Xue, was being pushed into a bathroom stall and drenched with cold water.

The helpless girl sobbed pitifully, her skirt torn by cruel bullies, her arms bearing realistic bruises from being beaten with sticks.

So pitiful… so tempting to torment even more…

Gu Jianyou suppressed her pheromones, her dark eyes fixed on the girl laughing joyfully under the sun.

Weibo’s trending list exploded instantly. Whether they were Bai Ruanruan’s fans or not, everyone gathered to feast on the juicy gossip.

#MY SHIP IS ACTUALLY REAL!!!#