Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 18

Yan Liu froze, genuinely stunned, not just in the literal sense.

What the hell is going on?

In a civilized society, between two girls having a perfectly normal conversation, who would suddenly demonstrate their combat skills to prove how superior they are?

Ji Yilian! Does she even know how to interact with people?

This was beyond absurd.

Yan Liu’s entire worldview had been shattered. She stared blankly at Ji Yilian, even catching a hint of smugness in the other woman’s eyes—as if she were waiting for Yan Liu to praise her.

Praise her? How could I possibly do that?!

Ji Yilian had nearly choked her! Why would she praise her attacker? Had she gone mad?

Yan Liu, feeling utterly defeated, stopped struggling and simply stared at Ji Yilian with the resignation of the dead.

“So, Ji Yilian, are you showing off your combat skills and humiliating me as your opponent?”

What a bizarre Alpha.

Even if they weren’t childhood friends who had supported each other through thick and thin, Ji Yilian shouldn’t be mocking her repeatedly like this.

Yan Liu was genuinely curious about Ji Yilian’s thought process, wanting to know what exactly was going on in that beautiful head of hers.

Ji Yilian: “…”

She was at a loss for words. Had she not made her intentions clear enough?

She wanted Yan Liu to learn more, she wanted to… help Yan Liu.

But her personality simply wouldn’t allow her to express such intentions so openly.

Or perhaps, despite her obvious hints, Yan Liu had completely missed the point, instead suspecting her of showing off and humiliating her.

“I have too many opponents to waste time showing off to or humiliating any one of them,” Ji Yilian said coldly, releasing Yan Liu’s hand, her ears slightly flushed.

She had fought in the Arena and on competitive stages countless times, but she had never sought out an opponent to proactively teach them Combat techniques or methods for using Spiritual Power.

How could Yan Liu not understand?

The two women stared at each other. Feeling stifled, Ji Yilian abruptly turned halfway away, leaving only her refined profile visible to Yan Liu.

Yan Liu pondered Ji Yilian’s words for a moment, then her almond-shaped eyes widened in sudden realization. She quickly circled around to face Ji Yilian again.

“So, you genuinely want to help me, right?”

What’s the scumbag Alpha so upset about? She looks like she’s been wronged and is feeling a bit aggrieved.

To be honest, Ji Yilian’s awkward, tsundere demeanor actually made her seem a bit cuter.

Yan Liu, as if discovering a new continent, began teasing this scumbag Alpha.

“Hey, why aren’t you looking at me? Weren’t you being all fierce earlier? You even pinned me down and said my combat skills were terrible.”

The supposedly vulnerable Omega, who should have been at a disadvantage, seemed to have completely turned the tables. She crossed her arms and circled Ji Yilian, scrutinizing her.

Ji Yilian’s lips moved, but no words came out. She lowered her gaze in embarrassment, forced to meet Yan Liu’s eyes.

The Omega who had previously been cautious, guarded, fearful, and even angrily pushed her away, now seemed to have discovered some weakness of hers. She leaned in with such brazen confidence, completely disregarding the safe distance she had insisted on before.

It was as if she had Ji Yilian completely figured out.

Amused, Ji Yilian suppressed her earlier complicated emotions and deliberately took a step forward toward Yan Liu.

She bent down, their noses nearly touching.

Yan Liu quickly retreated several steps, like a startled kitten, her mischievous glint replaced by wary defensiveness.

“Just talk! Why do you have to get so close?”

It seemed her earlier “arrogance” had been mostly a facade—a case of a fox borrowing the tiger’s might. Her courage was stolen from the leopard, and the slightest scare revealed her true nature.

Yet this vulnerable side inexplicably struck a chord in Ji Yilian’s heart, stirring an inexplicable flutter of emotion.

“Will you learn? Or are you too afraid?” Ji Yilian asked casually, already accustomed to using this goading tactic on the girl.

Simple as it was, the method proved remarkably effective. Yan Liu always took the bait, agreeing through gritted teeth.

This time was no different.

Yan Liu practically leaped into the air as she agreed.

“What’s there to be afraid of learning combat from you?!”

Less than ten minutes after her defiant declaration, Yan Liu found herself repeatedly slammed onto the mat by Ji Yilian—dozens of times. She felt utterly defeated, her spirit crushed.

And it hurt.

Waaah, my arm hurts, my back hurts, my waist hurts, my thighs hurt.

Basically, everything hurts.

What kind of combat technique is this, like sumo wrestling, where a casual flick sends you flying?

If Ji Yilian hadn’t been using her Spiritual Power to cushion every landing, Yan Liu suspected she would have already fallen apart.

She even felt an urge to rush home, strip off her clothes, and check if her skin was completely bruised and purple.

She had never endured such pain and suffering in her life.

Before transmigrating, Yan Liu had been remarkably resilient when it came to the mental strain of studying. As long as she put in the effort, her studies yielded tangible results, improving her circumstances and life.

But this kind of physical torment was something she had rarely experienced.

Ji Yilian looked so elegant and refined, yet the moment they entered sparring mode, she became as emotionless as someone who had been gutting fish in a supermarket for twelve years.

“Get up. Continue.”

Ji Yilian watched the Omega sprawled limply on the mat, completely abandoning any pretense of dignity. Her dark eyes flickered imperceptibly.

The sweet, distinctly Omega scent in the air grew increasingly pronounced.

She finally understood why those Alphas had acted like possessed creatures when they encountered Omegas with matching pheromones—as if completely losing control, driven by the primal urge of spring’s awakening and the instinct to procreate.

She had never believed she shared anything in common with those muscle-bound Alphas.

Yet, in this moment, feeling the restless pheromones stirring within her, the dizzying sensation that threatened to overwhelm her clarity, and the overwhelming impulse to claim the fragrant Omega before her as her own—it was undeniable proof: she wasn’t entirely rational either.

“Get up,” she said, taking a step back and pressing her fingers to her temples. Her expression was composed as she looked at Yan Liu.

Yan Liu lay panting on the ground, her fine, sweat-dampened hair clinging to her face, giving her a disheveled beauty.

“I can’t… I’m too tired. I don’t want to move.”

She blurted out these words in one breath, then sprawled out on the ground in a starfish pose, refusing to get up no matter what.

Am I stupid? she thought. Get up just to be thrown down by Ji Yilian again?

Even a punching bag couldn’t withstand so many consecutive throws in under ten minutes.

Ji Yilian was simply a cosmic-level psychopath.

Yan Liu even suspected that her opponent was using the pretense of teaching her combat techniques to deliberately bully her and make a fool of her.

In any case, she had no intention of training any further.

Yan Liu lay motionless, feeling like a plant rooted to the ground, utterly drained of energy.

Ji Yilian crouched beside her.

The tall Alpha suddenly went from towering over her to being mere inches away.

Yan Liu tensed up, instinctively pulling her hand back to push Ji Yilian away.

But Ji Yilian effortlessly caught her wrist, her grip light and barely exerting any force.

“Yan Liu, have you forgotten you’re an Omega?” Ji Yilian’s voice was flat and emotionless.

She always insisted on calling Yan Liu by her full name, “Yan Liu,” every time.

Assuming Ji Yilian was about to mock her again, Yan Liu immediately bristled like a cornered hedgehog.

“If I’m not an Omega, then what am I?”

Hmph, she’s just relying on her superior Spiritual Power to crush me in every way.

First, she throws me around in Combat, then she overwhelms me with her Spiritual Power.

Yan Liu strongly suspected that Ji Yilian was deliberately exhausting her physical and mental energy before the competition, ensuring her defeat tomorrow without even a fight.

It’s not like I’m maliciously thinking the worst of Ji Yilian.

It’s just that this woman never plays by the rules. Doing something like this seems entirely possible.

As the girl stewed over Ji Yilian’s true intentions, she failed to notice the Alpha’s gaze darkening.

“Have you forgotten I’m an Alpha?”

Ji Yilian’s breath ghosted closer as she gently pinched Yan Liu’s chin.

She was genuinely trying to restrain herself.

But Yan Liu seemed utterly oblivious to the natural caution one should exercise between Alphas and Omegas.

The pheromone scent was so intoxicating it nearly made her lose her senses.

And yet, the source of this chaos lay sprawled innocently on the ground, gazing up at her with an almost inviting expression, utterly guileless.