Reborn as a Scummy Alpha, I Became Every Heroine's Obsession (GL) - Chapter 7

In this pheromone-obsessed, galaxy-wide society where pheromones were everything and worshipped by all, boldly pursuing love wasn’t something to be laughed at. In fact, passionate and direct expressions of desire were often celebrated.

So it was perfectly normal to see multiple omegas competing for one alpha—or vice versa.

Survival of the fittest. Only the strong were worthy of partners, of leaving behind the next generation.

Of course, this also conveniently aligned with the more… provocative mechanics of the adult-themed game world they were in.

But what truly sparked envy and jealousy in others was the fact that Gu Qiqi—someone from the lowliest Outer District—was somehow involved with one of Central City’s top-tier omegas.

“Wen Cheng’s out on a mission right now. Just wait until he gets back—let’s see how arrogant Gu Qiqi dares to be then.”

“It’s not like our 330 Military Academy is lacking alphas with S+ level mental strength. Why would the Federal President assign one of the best omegas in the galaxy to someone like Gu Qiqi, whose genes are clearly inferior?”

“Exactly. Even if their genetic compatibility score is high, it’s not like she’s the only option. Omegas like that should be producing as many children as possible—for the good of… well, not just us—for the entire galaxy’s future.”

Wen Rui overheard the whispers from a few alphas near the school gate. A look of irritation flickered across her face. Suppressing her growing disgust, she quickly got into the car.

Meanwhile, Gu Qiqi was currently being pinned against the inside of a car by Feng Jiying.

It was a sleek black business car—spacious and well-designed, with enough room in the back for… let’s just say, significant movement.

“Autopilot. Noise-canceling mode on,” Feng Jiying said coldly.

Gu Qiqi turned her head and only just realized—there was no driver.

The level of technology in Central City felt like a completely different world from the Outer District.

Feng Jiying reached out and grabbed her chin.

Gu Qiqi could tell something was off about her—but she couldn’t quite say what it was.

There was no noticeable change in her pheromones, and on the surface, Feng Jiying looked exactly the same as always—calm, aloof, and flawless.

Absolutely flawless.

The collar around Gu Qiqi’s neck continued to send intermittent electric shocks through her skin.

Her brows furrowed.

She’d already pushed herself too far today, having released her mental energy twice. Her body was drained, and the repeated shocks only made things worse.

If she weren’t so physically weakened, she wouldn’t be letting Feng Jiying handle her like this.

Feng Jiying forcibly turned her face back to his. Their eyes locked.

His long, elegant fingers moved to the side of her neck.

His hands were undeniably beautiful—slender, smooth, without a single scar or callus. His joints were tinged with a faint pink, light veins ran across the back of his hand, and his skin was impossibly soft and pale.

His cool fingertips gently brushed against the skin of her neck… then, suddenly, they tightened.

Gu Qiqi’s unease grew stronger.

That bitter coffee scent—Feng Jiying’s pheromones—began to seep into the air.

Feng Jiying’s voice was low and cold.
“So good at pretending, huh? The moment I’m gone, you go begging some other omega for genetic confirmation? Alphas really are disgusting.”

Gu Qiqi: “Huh?”

Feng Jiying lifted her elegant neck—slender and delicate, like a fragile porcelain swan. “Do you even understand what it means to say something like that to another omega?”

Gu Qiqi replied without hesitation, “No. I don’t.”

Feng Jiying froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by Gu Qiqi’s blunt honesty.

But she didn’t let her guard down. People from the Outer District were known for their endurance… and their cunning.

The car was now filled with a heavy mix of pheromones: her own bitter coffee scent tangled tightly with the sweetness of Gu Qiqi’s. The blend was thick, almost suffocating.

Feng Jiying didn’t even understand why she hadn’t given the command to activate the ventilation system. That overwhelming scent—sweet, bitter, cloying, like coffee doused in sugar, milk, and honey—was clouding her thoughts.

Gu Qiqi, meanwhile, had to endure both the electric pulses from her collar and the threat right in front of her—Feng Jiying.

This was, after all, a highly suggestive adult-themed game. One wrong move, and things could spiral in an irreversible direction. She had no intention of following the system’s preset cannon-fodder path.

With no strength to fight back, Gu Qiqi could only use words to push Feng Jiying back emotionally.

“You omegas aren’t exactly saints either. Always painting yourselves as the victims. Tell me—what exactly did I do to hurt or offend you? You look down on me just because I’m from the Outer District and an alpha. So you think you can trample over me however you like? Insult me whenever you want?

If I were an alpha from one of the Three Major Families, would you still dare treat me this way?

Why don’t you aim that anger at the ones who actually hurt you? The ones who arranged your engagement—wasn’t that the Federal Government? The reason you’re an omega in the first place—isn’t that the cursed gender differentiation system? So why are you taking it out on me?

You think I’m easy to bully, don’t you?

You act like you’re above it all, always complaining about how much you hate alphas. Does that make you a good person?

You live in Central City—safe, well-fed, clothed, and comfortable. Do you even understand what it’s like in the Outer District? People there lose their lives over a piece of bread. Parents will give up everything just so their kids can go to school. Out of tens of thousands of students, only a handful make it into higher education.

Are they not talented enough? No—they’re just being suppressed. You people from Central City are terrified that one day the Outer Districts might rise up. So you keep us down, forever. That’s the truth: hypocritical, greedy—that’s what you really are.”

Feng Jiying’s voice was caught in her throat. “I…?”

Gu Qiqi snapped, “Exactly. You make me wear this gene-suppressing collar just because I have no status—because I can’t fight back. That day, when the three of you were in heat together and I was in the same room—what did I do? I didn’t even trigger a susceptible phase, and you think I’m trying to seduce someone? Don’t flatter yourself, President Feng.”

Feng Jiying clenched her jaw tightly. Her delicate brows furrowed. She raised her hand, removing her silver-rimmed glasses. Loose strands of hair fell around her face, and her already refined appearance took on an even colder, more severe edge.

“What… did you just say?” she asked, voice low and dangerous.

There was a warning in her tone, sharp and chilling.

Gu Qiqi suddenly felt like something wasn’t right.

[System: Host, an omega’s heat cycle typically lasts about a week. Even with suppressant injections, the hormonal fluctuations of a susceptible phase can’t be fully suppressed. While in heat, an omega’s sensitivity to pheromones increases drastically. Your pheromone rank is extremely high, and your compatibility with Feng Jiying is nearly perfect. Right now, she still hasn’t fully realized how strongly your pheromones are affecting her. Host, this is a good thing! As long as you don’t get eliminated, you might just become the most desirable person in the entire galaxy!]

She scoffed.

Like hell she’d believe anything this shady system said.

Feng Jiying slowly leaned down.

Her long, almond-shaped eyes looked slightly hazy. Warm breath slipped from her slightly parted lips and brushed softly against Gu Qiqi’s neck.

As expected, the system notifications in Gu Qiqi’s mind changed again, now turning into chaotic voiceovers that sounded like excited commentary.

[System: Is it really starting? Is Gu Qiqi actually the protagonist?]

[System: I didn’t think they’d start doing it this soon.]

[System: Feng Jiying is the perfect example of repressed desire. Just tear that suit off her, strip away every layer of restraint, and reveal her true self. Just imagining it is thrilling.]

[System: Come on, come on, come on! I can’t wait anymore! I’ll pay! I’ll top up right now!]

Gu Qiqi raised an arm and pressed her hand against Feng Jiying’s forehead. “Don’t come any closer!”

But Feng Jiying caught her wrist.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” she said coldly.

Playing coy and pretending to resist? Feng Jiying wasn’t going to fall for that.

Gu Qiqi’s expression twisted in pain. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she looked completely drained, as if she had already accepted her miserable fate.

The electric shocks from the collar on her neck had completely worn her down. All her strength had been sapped just trying to resist it.

“I thought you hated me,” she gasped. “You hate alphas. So why are you doing this? Why?”

Feng Jiying raised her other hand and lightly tapped the small indicator light on Gu Qiqi’s collar with her fingertip. Then she leaned in and gently covered it with her lips.

Cool lips touched the sensor.

“Beep beep. Genetic confirmation in progress. Please do not move.”

“Beep beep. Genetic confirmation successful. Matching genes. Estimated time: ten seconds. Please do not interrupt.”

The collar’s mechanical voice echoed in the car.

Gu Qiqi opened one eye in surprise. The painful shocks had stopped.

“Huh?”

“Alpha: Gu Qiqi. Omega: Feng Jiying. Genetic compatibility: 100 percent. Wishing you both a happy bond!”

After the confirmation, the collar activated immediately. Gu Qiqi’s pheromones were suppressed, and the overly sweet scent filling the car faded significantly.

Feng Jiying’s eyes gradually cleared.

But she didn’t panic or look flustered. She calmly sat up, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the corner of her lips. Then she put her silver-rimmed glasses back on and returned to her usual distant, unreadable self—cool and composed as if nothing had happened.

Gu Qiqi quickly sat up too, scooting far away and patting her chest in relief. So… it really was a misunderstanding.

But as she moved, the small indicator light—still warm and slightly wet from Feng Jiying’s mouth—swung loosely and came to rest in the hollow of her collarbone.

Feng Jiying adjusted her glasses, gently rubbing her fingers together as she spoke in a calm voice.

“You made some valid points. Yes, your status is low. In Central City, people like you can be stepped on by anyone. If all you do is complain about the rules made by the Federation, it won’t change anything.

“If you want to change the system, you need power. You can rewrite history. You can change the rules. But if you don’t become a rule-maker, then you’ll always be a victim of the rules. That’s why—no matter how loudly you speak or how right you are—you’re still under my control.”

She paused and added, “Also, Miss Gu, don’t flatter yourself. Alphas and omegas naturally affect each other through pheromones. Even if I resist it, I can’t stop the reaction. But don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t have any romantic intentions toward you. Even if you’re a perfect genetic match, my self-control and rationality won’t be shaken.”

Her words were perfectly rational and confident—like she wasn’t the same person who had just pinned Gu Qiqi down and accused her of chasing other omegas.