Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 44

Ji Yilian had never been particularly fond of Omegas.

She disliked their fragility, their tendency to cling to others like vines, always seeking dependence.

Being strong-willed herself, she was accustomed to a life lived at a brisk, independent pace.

Omegas, with their inherent weakness, left her with nothing to say.

In the past, when Omegas had mustered the courage to approach her, Ji Yilian had coldly evaded them, acting like an unromantic block of wood or an impassive iceberg.

Over time, her aloofness became notorious, and Omegas gradually stopped bothering her.

Ji Yilian relished the quiet.

Her emotionless demeanor, focused solely on climbing higher and growing stronger, was one of the reasons Instructor Green Silk admired her so much.

In certain respects, the mentor and disciple were alike.

Instructor Green Silk had also been an orphan in her youth, but her exceptional talent had propelled her to become an A-Class Alpha at a young age. Securing funding from the Alliance, she quickly rose through the ranks, ultimately achieving her current prestigious position.

Yet talent has its limits. Her A-Class Spiritual Power placed her in an awkward middle ground—above the average but far from exceptional—which became her lifelong obsession: how could she break through to the next level?

Green Silk tried countless methods, but she remained stuck as the Vice Dean of Tianyi Academy.

As a result, she never married and even developed a bias against Omegas, viewing them as liabilities who only held others back and were incapable of being equal partners.

Naturally, Green Silk subtly conveyed these beliefs to Ji Yilian throughout her upbringing.

Having lost hope for her own advancement, she gradually transferred her ambitions to Ji Yilian, her disciple.

Eventually, Ji Yilian became her sole source of hope.

Now, Ji Yilian knelt beside Yan Liu, watching the girl react so strongly to her gentle touch, as if the sprained ankle was excruciatingly painful.

How strange, she thought. Normally, I would have dismissed such an Omega as overly delicate, even looked down on her.

Now, instead of feeling any repulsion or aversion, she actually… loved it.

Yan Liu’s delicate, unexpectedly sweet voice was truly delightful.

She even wanted to hear it again and again.

The thoughts that surfaced in her mind felt foreign even to Ji Yilian herself.

How did I become like this?

An unspoken tension hung in the air.

Yan Liu’s face flushed crimson as she pressed a hand against Ji Yilian’s wrist, stopping her from continuing to massage her ankle.

“Stop it, I can do it myself.”

Ahhh! Why is this happening?

Is Ji Yilian using her Spiritual Power to control me?

Why else would I react so strongly, feeling like I can’t take it anymore?

The girl’s expression was a mix of embarrassment and annoyance, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with unshed tears, giving her a pitiful, on-the-verge-of-crying look.

Ji Yilian could clearly sense that Yan Liu’s pheromones, which she had only just suppressed on the shuttle, were showing signs of surging out of control again.

She sighed, a hint of helplessness in her voice.

“Alright, you do it yourself.”

She rose almost clumsily, grabbed the medical scanner, and retreated a few steps to calm her breathing.

Yet her mind kept replaying every subtle expression on the girl’s face.

That trembling, Mimosa-like shyness, the tear clinging to her long lashes, the slightly flushed tip of her nose, and that voice that melted her heart.

Before the crystal collar around her neck could glow red again, Ji Yilian hastily retreated from the room, feeling somewhat flustered.

Yan Liu was now alone in the room.

Being alone clearly put Yan Liu at ease. Her previously tense shoulders relaxed, and she even let out a long, relieved sigh.

“Yan Liu, you need to pull yourself together. That was so embarrassing…”

The girl muttered to herself for a while, then touched the back of her hand to her cheek. It was burning hot—she didn’t need a mirror to know her face was flushed.

Aaaaaaaah!

In a fit of self-pity, the girl sprayed her ankle with fast-acting spray and rubbed it roughly in frustration.

“Ah!” It hurt!

Tears welled up as she immediately softened her movements, biting her lip as she gently massaged the sprained area.

It’s not like Ji Yilian is the only one with Spiritual Power. I have S-Rank Spiritual Power too! What’s the difference?!

Following Ji Yilian’s earlier movements and channeling her Spiritual Power, Yan Liu slowly massaged her ankle.

This time, it felt much better.

As expected, when I massage it myself, there’s no strange sensitivity.

The little voice in Yan Liu’s mind sounded a fierce alarm.

I still need to keep my distance from Ji Yilian!

Conquest is one thing, but I don’t want to sacrifice my body, waaaah!

By the time Ji Yilian reentered the room, Yan Liu was already able to stand and walk.

The medical scanner was less powerful than a Medical Pod, but it was effective for localized injuries, just requiring a bit more time.

But it worked!

“I’m all better!” Yan Liu even stomped her foot to demonstrate.

Ji Yilian watched the girl walk normally toward her, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

“Don’t jump from high places again.”

Yan Liu wanted to retort, but the words caught in her throat. Remembering the consequences of her earlier bravado, her defiance fizzled out.

“Okay,” the Omega replied obediently, like a hedgehog retracting its quills, her demeanor uncharacteristically docile.

Ji Yilian shook her head and suddenly said, “Now, try attacking me.”

Yan Liu: “Huh?”

Fight again right after healing my ankle?

I feel like a donkey that’s barely stepped off the millstone.

The Little Donkey clearly didn’t want to train anymore, but when her almond-shaped eyes darted around and met Ji Yilian’s gaze—a gaze that seemed to see right through her—her pride inexplicably swelled.

She’s underestimating me again! Ji Yilian is underestimating me again!

Hmph, what’s with that smug, half-smiling expression?

Having always feared being looked down upon, the young woman rushed to prove herself. She straightened her posture, puffed out her chest, and strode forward, assuming an offensive stance.

Ji Yilian didn’t move a muscle, only raising an eyebrow.

Her calm, composed demeanor was so infuriatingly serene it made Yan Liu’s teeth itch.

So infuriating!

Yan Liu wasted no time, launching a swift elbow strike.

Unsurprisingly, Ji Yilian dodged with effortless ease, even managing to offer pointers while evading.

“Your stance is unstable.”

“Clench your fists tighter.”

“Move faster.”

“Your eyes telegraph your attacks too clearly.”

“Remember to breathe properly.”

This time, Ji Yilian didn’t throw Yan Liu to the ground as she had before. Instead, she simply evaded Yan Liu’s attacks, offering measured critiques between each dodge.

Yet even this was enough to drive Yan Liu to the brink of madness.

Damn it!

How could she not even graze Ji Yilian’s sleeve?

She was trying so hard, already sweating and panting, yet Ji Yilian remained infuriatingly composed, her calm bordering on contemptuous.

Yan Liu, ever the defiant one, desperately wanted to leap up and deliver a dunk worthy of Slam Dunk, shocking the entire arena and proving to Ji Yilian that she possessed hidden talents and was far more capable than she appeared.

But… she knew deep down that she lacked any real fighting skills. She was utterly hopeless in combat.

Damn this interstellar setting! Why is combat so highly valued?

Yan Liu strained with every ounce of her strength, pushing herself to the limit like she had during her 800-meter physical fitness tests before time-traveling. Her throat rasped like a wheezing bellows as she gasped for breath.

Her legs gradually felt as heavy as lead, drained of all strength.

As the fight dragged on, Yan Liu resorted to cheating. She collapsed backward, refusing to get up.

Ji Yilian approached, the two figures forming a stark contrast: one standing effortlessly composed, the other sprawled on the ground in disarray. The boundary between them was as clear as day, as if they belonged to entirely different worlds.

Yan Liu glanced down at herself, drenched in sweat. Then she looked at Ji Yilian, who still radiated a faint orchid fragrance, not even a hint of perspiration on her brow.

This comparison is just too brutal.

The girl felt a wave of dejection wash over her. After a moment of eye contact with Ji Yilian, she blinked her almond-shaped eyes, pursed her lips, and slowly lowered her head.

I can’t win.

I have no chance at all.

The girl, who had just transformed into a dejected little flower seedling, suddenly felt someone lift her chin.

Forced to look up, she met Ji Yilian’s gaze.

The S-Class Alpha’s eyes were as deep as the ocean, yet extraordinarily dark and brilliant.

Looking at Yan Liu, Ji Yilian spoke in a gentle, almost coaxing tone.

“I didn’t let you win earlier.”

“You’ve improved your stamina. Aren’t you happy about that?”

Yan Liu stared blankly at Ji Yilian, unsure if the other woman was deliberately teasing her or genuinely praising her.

“…What do you mean?” she asked, her voice slightly hoarse from training without water. Her lips had lost their usual rosy hue.

Ji Yilian stared at the girl’s lips for a long moment, her gaze lingering almost imperceptibly, before shifting her attention and handing Yan Liu a bottle of water.

“It means you might not be completely helpless tomorrow.”

Ji Yilian paused. “Maintain your rhythm, don’t let your opponent attack you, and use your Spiritual Power at critical moments—just like you did against me last time.”

“She’s an Omega. She can use it.”