Reborn as a Scummy Alpha, I Became Every Heroine's Obsession (GL) - Chapter 2
“Two million,” Feng Jiying said calmly.
Her voice was flat and emotionless, echoing clearly through the room.
Gu Qiqi clicked her tongue. “I thought the Omegas from the three major families were closer than this. Looks like you’re not as united as you seem.”
The pale yellow pheromone cube hovered lightly above her palm, drifting gently with the warmth of her body. When sunlight hit it, it looked like it was dusted with sugar—sweet and glowing.
Gu Qiqi smiled. “Don’t think I can’t guess what you’re all thinking. If no one bids, I’ll just crush it right here and now.”
Wen Rui gritted her teeth. Her fox-like eyes were filled with frustration and unwillingness.
She hadn’t expected that the grown-up Gu Qiqi would be this hard to handle.
And she wasn’t even sure if Gu Qiqi had recognized her.
Wen Rui said in a cool, restrained voice, “Three million.”
Gu Qiqi turned her gaze toward Liu Huaiqing. “Your turn, Sister Liu.”
To be honest, Gu Qiqi didn’t feel anything special toward the three stunning Omegas in front of her.
In this game, 80% of the content was too explicit to even be shown.
And her character had less than 1% screen time—just a forgettable side piece.
Even after gaining awareness of herself, she still remembered how her story was supposed to end.
She didn’t care if these three Omegas were also being controlled by the system. After all, even in this fake game world, they were the ones who had always lived lives of luxury and privilege.
People like her—those at the bottom—had no right or reason to feel sorry for them. She would never empathize with people in power.
Liu Huaiqing remained silent.
The scent of pheromones in the air suddenly thickened.
It was as if the fragrance stored in millions of balloons had all burst at once, flooding the space.
Sweat ran down Feng Jiying’s forehead, trailing along her cheek and dripping onto her chest. Her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palm as she clenched her fists tight, trying to stay conscious.
She hated how her body lost control under the influence of pheromones. She hated feeling helpless, irrational, reduced to acting on instinct alone—like a wild animal.
Feng Jiying bit down hard on the tip of her tongue. Bl00d trickled from the corner of her lips as she forced out the words, “Five million.”
Gu Qiqi gave a satisfied smile. “Deal. And how would you like to pay? Check or black card?”
Feng Jiying pulled a gold-edged black card from her pocket and handed it over. “There’s no spending limit on this card. You can withdraw whatever amount you want.”
True to her role as a black-hearted merchant who never played fair, Gu Qiqi snatched the card the moment her fingers touched it, then quickly took two steps back.
Due to her sensitive phase, Feng Jiying’s body was already weak and unstable. She could barely stand, but in that instant, her instincts completely overpowered her logic.
Her body lunged forward on its own, desperate to reach Gu Qiqi, hands outstretched to grasp the floating cube of condensed pheromones.
She was just one breath away—only a fraction of a centimeter—her fingertips nearly touching it.
But at that exact moment, Gu Qiqi closed her hand.
In a blink, the cube disintegrated into dust.
It vanished into the air.
Feng Jiying, thrown off balance, dropped to one knee. She was forced to look up, confused and angry, at Gu Qiqi who had just broken their deal.
Gu Qiqi stood above her, smiling down with a calm yet arrogant confidence. Her face was full of youthful boldness and energy.
“I was tricked into coming here too,” she said. “It’s not my fault that the three of you are in your sensitive phase. I never triggered it, and I have no obligation to help you through it. Besides, the way you’re all looking at me isn’t exactly friendly. So I’m not sure I can trust that this card will actually work once I leave. Just to be safe, why don’t you all stay here for a bit? I’ll have your subordinates bring you suppressants.”
Feng Jiying clenched her teeth so tightly her molars ached. She glared at Gu Qiqi’s retreating back with fire in her eyes, but she could do nothing as the rest lounge door quietly closed again.
Wen Rui was just as stunned by Gu Qiqi’s actions—especially the way she’d crushed the pheromone cube right in front of them.
“Still just as disobedient as ever,” she muttered.
Due to genetic flaws, Alphas and Omegas shared a dangerously strong attraction to each other.
Alphas typically had much higher physical and mental strength than Omegas, which made most Alphas naturally possessive, selfish, arrogant, and controlling.
They craved dominance. They wanted their pheromones to make Omegas submit, depend on them, even surrender their minds.
That’s why no Alpha would ever let a sensitive-period Omega go. They would do everything in their power to make the Omega bond with them.
But Gu Qiqi had just shattered her own pheromone cube.
During a sensitive period, Omegas were extremely susceptible to an Alpha’s scent.
Even after the phase passed, the Alpha’s pheromones would still leave a lasting, subtle influence—something almost impossible to forget.
Feng Jiying was still kneeling. Quietly, almost imperceptibly, she tried to breathe in the last trace of Gu Qiqi’s scent as it faded from the air. It was a craving—desperate and humbling.
Her eyes reddened, filled with frustration and shame. She hated herself for this. Hated her body’s helpless response.
What she despised most was her own weakness—the way her body clung so pathetically to a pheromone.
Without a word, Liu Huaiqing took out the sharp little knife she always carried. Without hesitation, she sliced across her palm. Bl00d dripped steadily down her wrist and arm.
[System: Host, you left so casually. Aren’t you worried they might get hurt? Even though you’ve broken free from your role and awakened your self-awareness, if the game’s main characters are harmed, the entire system could collapse. As a side character, you’ll be affected too.]
Gu Qiqi twirled the black card between her fingers and let out a cold snort.
“No one cared whether I lived or died. Why should I care about anyone else?”
Besides, the Omegas from the three noble families were treated like royalty—like the moon in the sky.
How could anything possibly happen to them?
The only reason they’d been locked up with her in the rest lounge was because the families underestimated her. Her danger level was too low for them to see her as a threat.
Even the most flawless defenses can have a moment of weakness.
But it’s just that—a moment.
Gu Qiqi stepped out of the campus gates and looked up at the bustling, glittering commercial district in front of her.
This was Central City.
The heart of the Federation. A place where the wealthiest people lived and thrived.
Ordinary citizens—those with weak mental strength and low sensitivity to pheromones—had long been pushed to the outskirts of the city.
Here, just 1% of the population held 99% of the wealth.
Central City kept expanding, always absorbing the most developed and luxurious areas.
And with the decline in human fertility—even after the introduction of six biological sexes—the population had still plummeted. Now, it was only a tenth of what it had once been.
The outer zones were poor, harsh, and dangerous. The land was barren, resources were scarce, and education was a luxury—safety, even more so.
Ever since humanity entered the interstellar age and evolved into six distinct genders, social class and identity had become even more rigid and unforgiving.
Children born into wealth were guaranteed the best—education, healthcare, protection.
But children born into poverty were left in the margins, surviving like rats on the outskirts of civilization.
For people living in the edge zones, there were only two chances to enter Central City.
The first was through academic excellence—getting into one of Central City’s universities by acing the national entrance exam.
The second was during the gender differentiation process at age eighteen—by awakening with S+ or higher mental strength.
Gu Qiqi gripped the black card tightly in her hand.
With five million credits, she could finally bring her sister and the children from the orphanage into Central City. They could escape the slums and start a new life.
[ATM: We’re sorry. Your withdrawal request cannot be processed. User identity verification required. If not verified within three minutes, this machine will automatically alert security.]
Gu Qiqi stared at the screen, where a flashing exclamation mark blinked like a warning sign.
That’s when she realized—she had been played.
In Central City, where status determined everything, even holding someone else’s bank card was meaningless. If the system didn’t recognize her as the owner, she couldn’t take out a single cent.
Her first instinct was to run.
But the moment she turned around, a group of men in black suits and dark sunglasses appeared.
They weren’t police. Their movements were too coordinated, their intent too focused.
And standing at the center of that group was someone she recognized.
Feng Jiying.
She didn’t look the least bit affected by a sensitive period. Her eyes were sharp and calm, like she’d already decided exactly how she was going to make Gu Qiqi pay.
“You’re not as smart as I gave you credit for,” she said coldly.
Gu Qiqi opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, everything went black.
She fainted.
Ever since her gender differentiation and the awakening of her 3S+ mental strength, Gu Qiqi had noticed dramatic changes in her body.
Her senses had become sharper—faster, stronger, more alert.
She could sense danger before it even arrived. She could feel when her environment shifted, even in subtle ways.
Just like now.
Even before opening her eyes, she already knew she was in an unfamiliar place.
A place that didn’t feel safe.
And she could tell—whoever was here with her didn’t have good intentions.
Gu Qiqi didn’t open her eyes. Her hearing was gradually coming back.
“It’s a direct order from the president. For the future of the new human race, high-quality genes must be passed down to the next generation.”
Feng Jiying replied calmly, “Her mental strength is unstable. She needs to be controlled.”
“You may do as you see fit while you’re with her. You’re authorized to put a collar on her and use mental control if necessary.”
Gu Qiqi: A collar?
Sure enough, she could feel something wrapped around her neck.
Feng Jiying ran her fingers over her own skin, as if the faint sweetness of Gu Qiqi’s pheromones still lingered on her fingertips.
“Three months,” Feng Jiying said coldly. “I’ll tolerate her for three months. Even with a 100% genetic match, there are limits. This still crosses a line morally.”
The official hesitated for a moment, then gave in. “Alright. After three months, a marriage compatibility test will be required. If the result is over 80%, you’ll be expected to become Gu Qiqi’s partner.”
Gu Qiqi heard Feng Jiying let out a cold, dismissive scoff.
The sarcasm in it made Gu Qiqi feel like someone had thrown dirt on her.
Then the room went quiet again.
She slowly opened her eyes.
While her eyes were closed, she could tell she was in a large, open space. But once she looked around, all she saw was darkness, and it felt cramped.
Suddenly, light appeared above her. Someone had pulled back a curtain.
Her collar was grabbed, and her body was dragged forward slightly.
She squinted against the sudden brightness, trying to adjust. It took her a moment to realize—she had been left under a table, hidden beneath a thick tablecloth.
Feng Jiying tilted her chin upward.
Their eyes met—cold and sharp against proud and unyielding.
Gu Qiqi still hadn’t fully learned to control her overwhelming pheromones.
The sweet scent immediately filled the room.
Even with a pheromone-blocking patch on her neck and a suppressant in her system, Feng Jiying could still feel the effects.
She was flawless from head to toe. Even her hair was perfectly in place. Her entire presence radiated elegance and distance, the kind of aura that made people hesitate to get too close.
Yet now, Feng Jiying was crouched in front of the table, holding Gu Qiqi’s face in her hands. Her usual composure looked slightly shaken.
She slowly leaned down, lowering her head toward the small pendant on the collar around Gu Qiqi’s neck.
Their noses were nearly touching.
Then, suddenly, Feng Jiying pulled back. Her brows furrowed, and she held her breath, refusing to let that sweet scent draw her in again.
Annoyance rose inside her.
Damn pheromones.
The collar around Gu Qiqi’s neck was designed to suppress an Alpha’s influence—but to activate it, it needed a direct physical trigger.
The pendant had to be placed in the mouth, warmed by body heat and saliva to activate its neural feedback system. Only then would it work properly.
Typical manipulative Alpha, Feng Jiying thought.
Lying there on purpose. Pretending to be weak. Wearing that innocent expression just to tempt her.
Keep dreaming.