Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 6

Ji Yilian longed for Yan Liu to move away.

…To move a little farther away.

At least… to stop standing so close, wafting that maddeningly intoxicating scent right under her nose.

Ji Yilian struggled fiercely to maintain her composure.

Her posture grew even more rigid, her expression icy, her lips pressed into a thin, almost straight line. Her slightly lifted chin revealed a delicate yet sharp profile.

Thick eyelashes, like two rows of tiny fans, fluttered with each blink, their beauty almost unreal.

Yet this striking contrast only intensified her increasingly frigid demeanor.

To onlookers, it seemed that the moment Yan Liu approached Ji Yilian, the latter radiated such intense disgust that her entire being seemed to transform into a snow-capped mountain.

Bess hurried over and pulled Yan Liu aside.

“Why are you standing so close to her?”

Ji Yilian had a severe phobia of germs and disliked anyone getting too close—a fact almost everyone knew.

In the past, during Alpha combat training, especially in close-quarters combat classes, Ji Yilian had always been the fiercest and fastest attacker on the training field.

Before her opponents could even react, Ji Yilian had already knocked them to the ground, leaving them unable to rise.

The quicker she ended the fight, the less physical contact she had to endure.

Later, everyone realized this was her strategy.

After that, almost no one willingly sparred with Ji Yilian unless absolutely necessary.

To be honest, her strikes were too swift and brutal. No one could match her speed, and being knocked down so quickly was humiliating. No one wanted to lose face by failing to withstand even a few moves.

But sparring with others was different.

Everyone was evenly matched, so no one would dominate. The back-and-forth exchanges made both fighters look impressive.

Remembering this, Bess felt obligated to warn Yan Liu that Ji Yilian wasn’t someone with a pleasant personality.

“I don’t care if you knew Ji Yilian before, Yan Liu. You’d better stay away from her.”

Watching Yan Liu approach Ji Yilian earlier, Bess slowly began to piece things together.

Could she have become a wingman?

Yan Liu had been eyeing Ji Yilian from the start, but for some reason, she deliberately refused to team up with her midway through, playing hard to get?

This tactic might work on others, but on Ji Yilian…

From what Bess knew, this woman was cold and detached, utterly devoid of romantic sensibilities. She was completely unteachable in the art of seduction.

“Look at her—you’d be better off looking at me. I’m attainable. Ji Yilian? She’s the kind you can only admire from afar,” Bess said, stepping in front of Yan Liu to offer some well-intentioned advice.

Yan Liu simply smiled, lowering her head and remaining silent.

“Your hair needs care. Have you been eating enough? You’re so thin,” Bess remarked, studying the Little Sweet O up close, unable to suppress her concern.

“Hey, why don’t you let me take care of you?”

The Alliance’s support for orphans ended at age eighteen. Judging by Yan Liu’s situation—only awakening her Spiritual Body today—she probably lacked exceptional talent.

Her pheromone, however, was extraordinary—utterly captivating, leaving an unforgettable impression after just one whiff.

Bess would gladly play the role of a chivalrous protector, a guardian of this delicate flower.

Unfortunately, Yan Liu merely listened calmly to her words, occasionally lifting her gaze to offer a gentle smile.

Yan Liu’s previous sharp wit had completely transformed into a demure, ladylike composure.

This dramatic shift in personality made Bess feel as if she had discovered a rare gem. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, following Yan Liu around with undisguised delight.

Yan Liu: “…”

She hadn’t expected Bess to be such a chatterbox.

Casually, she glanced in Ji Yilian’s direction, curious about the original novel’s most emotionally detached scumbag Alpha—what she looked like now and what she might be thinking.

But the moment her gaze landed, it unexpectedly met Ji Yilian’s dark, probing eyes.

Those eyes of Ji Yilian…

At first glance, they evoked the image of a bewitching fox. The phoenix-shaped eyes were undeniably beautiful, but the true allure lay in their clarity—pure black irises contrasted sharply against serene whites.

Both colors reached their extremes within her eyes, imbuing her entire countenance with an extraordinary intensity.

Their gazes collided silently across the room, piercing through the crowd of contestants.

Ji Yilian showed no reaction, neither breaking eye contact nor blinking. She simply stared at Yan Liu with unwavering scrutiny.

Yan Liu felt a slight surprise.

She vaguely sensed that Ji Yilian seemed less indifferent to that pitiful childhood sweetheart than in the original story.

But… did it matter?

No, it didn’t.

Regardless of what the real Ji Yilian was thinking, it was irrelevant to Yan Liu.

The heart of the black moonlight wasn’t worth the effort of deciphering.

The more clearly and rationally she thought this, the sweeter the smile that curved her lips became.

Her complexion wasn’t good. Among the pampered, wealthy ABOs, she looked like a malnourished flower bud, just beginning to unfurl its petals, trembling precariously, in need of the morning’s most crystalline dew, the gentle warmth of the morning sun, and the hazy moonlight of night to nourish her.

Compared to the others’ eager anticipation for the Arena Competition, Yan Liu seemed like an ethereal sprite, so delicate she appeared to belong to another realm. One couldn’t help but worry whether she might be accidentally knocked over or injured by the clumsier participants.

Ji Yilian knew Yan Liu’s capabilities all too well.

Whether in the school’s combat classes or any other subject, Yan Liu had never achieved a single high ranking.

How long could such an Omega, lacking even basic skills, last in the arena if she drew a powerful Alpha as her opponent?

The more innocent Yan Liu’s smile seemed, the more complex Ji Yilian’s thoughts became.

Perhaps everyone has their own destiny.

S-Class Alphas rarely spent so much time and effort contemplating another person’s life. The fact that Ji Yilian had allowed herself to be distracted by thoughts of Yan Liu for so long was already an exception.

She quickly refocused her attention on the lottery slip in her hand.

As Host Qingdai announced, “Now, all participants, please unfold your slips and reveal the number of your opponent!”

Hummingbird drones swarmed around the competitors, ensuring that each unfolded slip was captured on camera simultaneously.

Yan Liu had already glanced at Ji Yilian’s slip earlier—12.

Her own number was 636.

Now, as she unfolded her slip and saw the number written on it, she nearly burst out laughing.

How dramatic.

—12.

Ji Yilian was her opponent.

If Yan Liu hadn’t personally drawn the slip and known the entire process from start to finish, she would have suspected someone had switched the slips.

How else could such a coincidence, such a dramatic twist of fate, have occurred?

Yan Liu slowly approached Ji Yilian, her long lashes fluttering, her voice sweet.

“Ji Yilian, you’re my opponent.”

“You’re so strong. How could I possibly win? Are you going to hold back?”

Ji Yilian’s grip tightened on the crumpled paper.

Yan Liu…

Yan Liu had never begged her like this, never spoken to her this way.

For a moment, Ji Yilian wondered if the Yan Liu before her had become a completely different person.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the girl’s skin, seeking the soul within.

Faced with this scrutinizing gaze from her childhood friend, Yan Liu showed no guilt, only composure. Her clear, almond-shaped eyes met Ji Yilian’s without wavering, curving into a crescent-moon smile.

“If you won’t let me, fine. We’ll settle it on the arena.”

Yan Liu brushed past Ji Yilian, pressing the crumpled paper into her hand. Her slender fingers grazed Ji Yilian’s dark, falling hair before quickly withdrawing.

Her scent lingered on Ji Yilian’s hair—a faint, sweet fragrance like that of a bakery, relaxing, refreshing, and stirring a greedy craving on the palate.

Ji Yilian lowered her eyes.

The Alpha, who had always kept others at arm’s length and whose obsessive cleanliness had become a physiological instinct, unconsciously tightened her grip on the paper Yan Liu had given her.

It felt as if she were holding a beating heart in her palm.

She couldn’t tell if it was Yan Liu’s or her own, burning hot and throbbing with a frantic rhythm.