Reborn as a Scummy Alpha, I Became Every Heroine's Obsession (GL) - Chapter 17

Early in the morning, Feng Jiying had already taken a shower. Her hair was still damp and half-dried, but she didn’t bother to dry it completely—she just didn’t have the energy.

The dream from the night before had affected her more than she wanted to admit.

Every time she closed her eyes, the vivid, intoxicating images from the dream would flash through her mind again.

Gu Qiqi was already seated at the table, eating breakfast.

She looked up, surprised to see Feng Jiying arrive late.

There was still a faint dampness on her, mixed with the subtle bitterness of coffee.

Her expression didn’t give much away—calm and unreadable, as usual.

But Gu Qiqi, having grown used to Feng Jiying’s ever-composed demeanor, could tell her mood was off.

Feng Jiying let out a quiet breath, kept her face neutral, and pulled out the chair opposite Gu Qiqi before sitting down silently.

Even with Gu Qiqi’s watchful eyes on her, she maintained that cool, indifferent look. With perfect posture, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating at a slow, measured pace.

Feng Jiying always paid attention to her health, so her breakfasts were always well-balanced.

There were staples like meat, eggs, and milk, along with several types of nutritious porridge and refreshing side dishes. The portions were small but carefully prepared—light, flavorful, and satisfying.

But her eyes kept drifting toward Gu Qiqi’s lips.

She watched as Gu Qiqi ate quickly. Though her pace was fast, it wasn’t messy. She didn’t smack her lips or make noise—just chewed quickly and efficiently.

Feng Jiying, clearly distracted, reached for one of the side dishes without looking—only for her chopsticks to bump into Gu Qiqi’s.

Gu Qiqi didn’t seem to care. “President Feng, could you eat a little faster? I’m going to be late.”

These days, Feng Jiying had been driving her to and from school, saying it was a way to spend more time together—and to keep the Federation from interfering too much.

Feng Jiying’s hand paused, her fingers suddenly feeling oddly weak.

The bitter scent of coffee in the air seemed to grow stronger.

Gu Qiqi sniffed the air a couple of times, then frowned and scrunched her nose. “Ugh, what is that smell? Whose coffee beans escaped and roasted themselves? It’s way too bitter.”

Feng Jiying lowered her eyes, letting her lashes hide whatever she was thinking.

“Stop talking and eat,” she said quietly. “I’ll take you to school when you’re done.”

Although Feng Jiying’s tone was calm, Gu Qiqi couldn’t shake the feeling that her words carried a barely hidden sense of gritted teeth. Being “taken to school” by Feng Jiying almost felt like being escorted to her doom.

Feng Jiying forced herself to ignore the uneven rhythm of her heartbeat.

She blamed it on the last day of her sensitivity cycle. Once the clock struck midnight, the cycle would end, and all these strange feelings would disappear.

Sitting in the car on the way to school, Gu Qiqi suddenly remembered something important.

That pheromone sugar cube she gave Feng Jiying—she hadn’t been paid for it.

[System]: Host, you’ve officially deviated from the original game plot. That means the system can no longer track your current timeline, so we don’t know how long you’ll be away. If Feng Jiying decides not to pay you back once you return, you’ll be down 100,000 credits. And let’s be honest—sometimes, pride isn’t worth more than money.

Gu Qiqi: Fair point.

She sat up straighter, adjusted her posture, and cleared her throat with dramatic seriousness.

Feng Jiying was sitting next to her, reading something on her tablet.

Gu Qiqi slowly extended her right arm, placing it directly in front of Feng Jiying.

Her terminal display was in full view.

They were familiar enough by now—Feng Jiying should get the hint, right?

Besides, someone like Feng Jiying—a proud, sharp-tongued Omega—might get offended if she was asked outright. Better to be subtle.

Gu Qiqi smiled slightly. “President Feng, doesn’t it feel like… something’s missing from my hand?”

She turned her palm upward and slowly spread her fingers. Her hand hovered in midair, looking almost expectant.

Since arriving in the central city, Gu Qiqi’s complexion had grown noticeably fairer. Her skin was smooth and taut, her fingers long and defined, and the veins on the back of her hand stood out subtly—radiating strength and control. The muscles along her forearm curved naturally, showing power beneath the surface.

Feng Jiying stared, momentarily dazed. Images from last night’s dream flashed across her mind again.

Long, powerful fingers wrapped tightly around her throat—the breathless pressure, the inescapable force. That helpless sensation of being completely overpowered, unable to resist or escape. Her senses heightened, her body trembling, wrapped in a dominating aura that took full control.

Gu Qiqi waved a hand in front of her. “President Feng?”

Feng Jiying jolted back to reality. Her usually sharp eyes softened for a moment, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. Almost without thinking, she grabbed Gu Qiqi’s wrist.

Then she quickly looked down, adjusted her glasses, and composed herself again. Her eyes regained their clarity and edge.

“What is it?” she asked, cool and detached.

Gu Qiqi didn’t miss a beat. “Just wondering when you’re planning to pay me the 100,000 credits for that pheromone sugar cube.”

Feng Jiying immediately returned to her high-and-mighty business persona. Without saying a word, she lifted her wrist and touched her terminal to Gu Qiqi’s.

[Terminal balance increased: 100,000 credits.]

Money received. Transaction complete. Gu Qiqi beamed as they reached the school gates and turned to Feng Jiying with a bright smile.

“Thank you, President Feng.”

After Gu Qiqi stepped out, Feng Jiying’s tense shoulders finally relaxed—just a little.

[Huanhuan AI Assistant]: President, the pheromone levels in the vehicle have exceeded 80 percent. Would you like me to activate the air purification system? Over 79 percent of the pheromones are coming from you. If released all at once, we might attract nearby Alphas.]

Feng Jiying: “Just filter it.”

[Huanhuan AI]: President, you’re already 21 this year. Based on my research, ancient humans typically developed a desire for romantic or physical connection with the opposite s3x after the age of 18. But they didn’t feel ashamed or conflicted about it—because it was considered normal.

Feng Jiying replied quietly, “I know. But interstellar society is twisted. Pheromones control people’s thoughts and deceive them when they’re emotionally vulnerable. They make you think it’s all natural, but it’s not. It’s manipulation.”

[Huanhuan]: Apologies, President. As an AI, I am not truly human. I don’t fully understand what you mean by ‘normal’ or ‘abnormal.’

Feng Jiying looked down at her hand, still faintly holding the warmth and scent from where Gu Qiqi had touched her wrist earlier.

She let out a cold, self-deprecating laugh and curled her lips into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

On a normal day, she would never let herself get distracted over something so trivial. But in the midst of her sensitivity cycle, her mental defenses were weakened. Her reactions slowed, and more than half her attention was focused on Gu Qiqi—on suppressing the way her heartbeat raced every time she got too close.

But deep down, she knew: none of it was real.

330 Military Academy

Gu Qiqi had just gotten to know two new classmates—Yun San and Nan Qi.

They were Alpha children from powerful central city families, but neither of them were favored much. Their mothers came from lower-status backgrounds.

In interstellar society, regardless of whether an Omega was male or female, the one who gave birth was always called the “mother.”

After a short prep phase, the group launched their mission to rescue Liu Huaiqing. But Gu Qiqi couldn’t shake the feeling that the operation was going too smoothly—like someone was intentionally clearing the path for them.

Outside, Song Lin had hacked into the security system of the building where Liu Huaiqing was being held. She rewired the surveillance cameras from her laptop, masking the team’s movements.

The terminal locator showed Liu Huaiqing was on the fourth floor of an abandoned building.

Gu Qingyun stayed behind to hold off the enemies on the first floor. Yun San took the second. Nan Qi handled the third floor.

As for Gu Qiqi—she headed straight to the fourth floor to rescue Liu Huaiqing.

She kicked open the old, rusted door with a sharp blow.

The air that hit her was thick with the scent of mildew, dust, and something else—a dry, musty aroma like aged books. It wasn’t exactly foul, but it wasn’t pleasant either. Heavy, ancient, and a little choking.

Gu Qiqi looked around and quickly noticed—there were no captors here.

But Liu Huaiqing didn’t seem quite right.

[System]: Host, be extremely cautious. This is one of the locations where an “unmentionable” event once took place in the original game storyline.

Liu Huaiqing sat slumped in a chair, her hands bound behind her with long, thick iron chains. Her upper body drooped with exhaustion, and a few messy strands of hair fell across her face, which was usually perfectly styled.

Her light blue cheongsam was stained and covered in dust.

Gu Qiqi stepped closer—and finally realized what was off.

The smell.

It was familiar.

She’d smelled it once before—when she first awakened her self-awareness, in a dark, quiet lounge.

It was Liu Huaiqing’s pheromones.

Gu Qiqi bent down and lightly slapped Liu Huaiqing’s pale, dazed face—not gently, but not harshly either.

“You okay?” she asked.

Liu Huaiqing slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were unfocused, her gaze foggy and red at the corners.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Please, Mark me.”