Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 22

Ji Yilian was the kind of woman who would draw praise from anyone who laid eyes on her, a true beauty beyond question.

Yet what truly set her apart was her aura: icy, aloof, and lacking warmth.

But now, as her eyes met Yan Liu’s, she seemed to come alive.

Yan Liu even thought she detected a hint of encouragement in Ji Yilian’s gaze.

How absurd.

Ji Yilian was actually encouraging her to win.

Hadn’t this Great Scumbag A always ignored the Original Host, treating her with utter indifference?

Why the sudden change of heart?

Just as Yan Liu began to waver, she remembered the overwhelming impact of Ji Yilian’s pheromones.

Damn it! I won’t soften. I won’t be fooled.

Every kindness from a villain is just a smokescreen.

Honey-coated poison—sweet on the tongue, deadly in the gut.

Yan Liu vowed never to fall into the same trap twice.

With this resolve, she quickly regained her composure, her almond eyes sharpening with clarity.

“How can you help me win? We barely have any time left.”

Though Yan Liu knew Ji Yilian was a genius in the original story, geniuses were geniuses precisely because they possessed innate talents and physical gifts beyond the reach of ordinary people. Such abilities couldn’t be replicated by mere mortals.

Yan Liu flatly refused to believe in any shortcut methods, especially when it came to herself.

Since transmigrating, she knew her body’s limitations better than anyone.

She was nothing more than a self-proclaimed “little chicken” with the constitution of a tumbler toy—easily knocked down but always bouncing back.

Otherwise, how could she have failed to last even ten minutes in combat against Ji Yilian?

During holographic helmet training sessions, she had actually enjoyed herself.

After all, the helmet allowed her to adjust the pain sensitivity in the simulated environments, which, to some extent, inflated her confidence and led her to overestimate her abilities.

But now, having truly experienced the allure—no, the sheer power—of combat techniques firsthand, her entire being recoiled at the mere thought of it. Her stomach churned with anxiety.

The areas of her body that hadn’t been sprayed with the pain-relieving mist still throbbed faintly, and her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.

At this point, even if Ji Yilian claimed there was a way to become a master overnight, Yan Liu wouldn’t believe it.

Anyone who did would be a gullible little puppy.

A gullible little puppy, Yan Liu thought resentfully, feeling like a tiny monster had taken root in her heart. The creature, baring its fangs and claws, was constantly provoked by Ji Yilian, threatening to erupt at any moment.

Yet her limited strength meant she couldn’t even make a dent in Ji Yilian’s composure.

In that instant, Yan Liu’s mind cycled through every season of the year, each emotion washing over her in turn. Her face betrayed the rapid shifts in her heart, unable to conceal the turmoil within.

Ji Yilian gazed intently at Yan Liu for a moment before slowly speaking.

“It depends on whether you cooperate. I have a way to help you win against others.”

Yan Liu looked at her skeptically, disbelief etched across her delicate features.

Ji Yilian’s words were half-truths, and her sudden kindness felt as if it had been blown in by the wind.

Why should Yan Liu trust her?

Yan Liu’s expression practically screamed, “I don’t believe you.”

Yet Ji Yilian showed no offense or displeasure at the skepticism. Instead, she found Yan Liu’s wariness reassuring. It meant she wasn’t someone who would easily trust others based on empty promises.

This gave Ji Yilian confidence that Yan Liu would maintain the same rationality when dealing with other Alphas.

“Would trusting me cost you a piece of your flesh, or just a little money?” Ji Yilian crouched down, her gaze earnest as she looked at Yan Liu.

Her phoenix eyes, beautifully shaped, held a captivating, fluid light. She wasn’t just a hollow beauty; she possessed an inner depth.

Yan Liu was momentarily mesmerized by Ji Yilian’s appearance before quickly snapping back to reality and pondering her words.

It seemed… indeed… trying to trust Ji Yilian wouldn’t cost her a single Star Coin.

After all, the bulk of the Star Coins in her account came from Ji Yilian’s unconditional gifts.

Hmm… Taking someone’s generosity makes it hard to clench your fist.

“But Ji Yilian…” Yan Liu hadn’t forgotten the bruises she’d gotten from their earlier fall.

“You were too rough! My body aches. Look at these bruises—they’re everywhere!”

As she spoke, Yan Liu raised her arm high, almost shoving the freshly sprayed bruises into Ji Yilian’s face.

Watching the snow-white forearm sway before her eyes, Ji Yilian subtly pressed her lips together.

She casually caught the Omega’s flailing arm, grasped her palm, and said softly, “If I don’t treat you harshly, how will you know how fragile you are? Against other Alphas, you’d lose even more miserably.”

Yan Liu listened in stunned silence before quickly yanking her arm back.

How infuriating!

The words sounded almost reasonable, yet they made her furious.

So arrogant, so condescending, so dismissive!

“Ji Yilian! You’ll never make friends acting like this! Has anyone ever told you how emotionally tone-deaf you are? You have no communication skills!”

Ji Yilian seemed puzzled for a moment, tilting her head slightly. After a long pause, she smiled.

“I don’t need friends.”

Her voice was as calm and resolute as a stone leaving an imprint on the ground, filled with unwavering conviction.

Yet she spoke with such nonchalant ease, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Yan Liu had never encountered anyone like this before. She was momentarily stunned, frozen in place.

Seeing her dazed expression, Ji Yilian reached out and pulled her to her feet.

The girl’s body was light as a feather. With minimal effort, Ji Yilian lifted her up like a delicate butterfly rising from the ground.

“Let’s go home,” Ji Yilian said, tapping Yan Liu’s head when she remained frozen.

Yan Liu snapped back to reality, clutching her head with a hint of annoyance.

“Ji Yilian, don’t do that!”

They weren’t even close. Why was she acting so familiar?

In dramas, head-tapping was always reserved for couples, a gesture of affection and doting.

Yan Liu had no desire to accept Ji Yilian’s “affection.”

This woman seemed heartless, switching between kindness and cruelty in an instant. She couldn’t be trusted.

Seeing Yan Liu instantly revert to her guarded stance, her spirit bristling with renewed defiance, Ji Yilian stepped back, a faint smile playing on her exquisite face beneath her dark hair.

“If you don’t want to go home, do you prefer me to carry you back, or just sling you over my shoulder?”

Yan Liu nearly choked with rage.

How could someone deliver a threat with such self-righteousness?

Ji Yilian was practically born to be a villain and a scumbag Alpha.

“Fine, you carry me,” Yan Liu said, throwing caution to the wind.

She had realized that Ji Yilian was the type who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, bordering on obsessive.

The moment the words left her lips, she felt herself being hoisted up, her vision spinning wildly.

Aaaaaah!

You evil Ji Yilian! She actually dared!

Scumbag Alphas really can’t handle being provoked!

Yan Liu felt like a sack of potatoes, the ground looming far below.

Ji Yilian carried her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all.

But that wasn’t the real problem. The real problem was… if Ji Yilian carried her out of the Academy like this, Yan Liu’s reputation would be utterly ruined.

She had no desire to become Academy gossip.

“Put me down! Ji Yilian!”

Yan Liu snarled and clawed at Ji Yilian’s shoulder, wriggling like a captured crab.

Ji Yilian stopped walking and casually shifted her weight.

“Tsk. Too skinny.”

She turned her head to meet Yan Liu’s furious gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Yan Liu, driven mad with anger, lunged forward without thinking, biting at Ji Yilian’s face—the closest target.