Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 41

Su Yin’s limbs were slender, her palms soft and supple. When Ming Muyao held her hand, all she could think about was how a girl’s hand could be so incredibly soft.

At that moment, the small room was filled with the mingling scents of their pheromones. Ming Muyao caught the faint aroma of oranges—fresh, sweet, as if still clinging to the branches, carrying a hint of post-rain coolness.

Was this Su Yin’s pheromone scent?

Ming Muyao’s heart raced. She could feel her own limbs growing warm as she gazed at Su Yin’s flushed eyes, her mind consumed by the overwhelming urge to cherish her.

This was her Omega. They had once been intimately close, sharing the most private moments.

So, would it really be too much to kiss her now?

Perhaps it was the effect of their pheromones intertwining, but all Ming Muyao could focus on were Su Yin’s plump, rosy lips—like cherries waiting to be tasted. Unable to resist, she reached out, caressing Su Yin’s burning cheeks before slowly leaning in.

The sensation of those sweet lips was even more intoxicating than she had imagined. Ming Muyao wrapped an arm around Su Yin’s waist, pulling her flush against her chest.

As their pheromones thickened, Su Yin’s body grew hotter. She felt Ming Muyao’s kiss but lacked the strength to push away—instead, she instinctively clung to her, exchanging warmth and breath.

The heat between them intensified, their breaths mingling, their heartbeats echoing in each other’s ears.

“Mmm…”

A low whimper escaped Su Yin as pain flared at the nape of her neck. Only then did Ming Muyao regain some clarity, pulling back slightly to look at her. Su Yin’s eyes were hazy, her breathing ragged, her nose and the rims of her eyes flushed red—as if she had just been crying.

Remembering the doctor’s instructions, Ming Muyao gently cradled Su Yin’s head and examined the back of her neck.

The once-pale, lifeless gland was now a vivid red, glistening like a rain-soaked cherry, tempting Ming Muyao to sink her teeth into it.

“Alright,” Ming Muyao murmured, patting Su Yin’s flushed cheeks. Her voice was rough as she asked, “That should be enough for the doctor’s treatment. How do you feel?”

How could Su Yin feel fine? It had been so long since she had last breathed in Ming Muyao’s scent. Though her mind resisted, her body ached to be held tighter, to surrender to the heat between them.

“It hurts…” Su Yin shut her eyes, burying her face against Ming Muyao’s shoulder with a whimper. “I’m burning up…”

Ming Muyao pulled her closer, settling her into her lap. “It’s okay,” she soothed. “It’ll pass soon.”

Su Yin remained curled against her until, as her fever subsided, she finally drifted into sleep.

Ming Muyao gazed down at her peaceful face, her lips still swollen from their kisses, torn between satisfaction and regret.

How could she have kissed Su Yin in the heat of the moment?

She had always seen her as a little sister…

Her thoughts were a tangled mess. By all logic, she shouldn’t have done this. Even if she now inhabited this body, Su Yin was, in truth, another man’s wife.

Although this “someone else” was currently herself, Ming Muyao still felt it was inappropriate.

Su Yin was her responsibility. She hoped the girl would grow better and better, and once she broke free from the shadow of the former Ming Muyao, she might truly spread her wings and soar.

But now, she had kissed her.

Lowering her eyes, Ming Muyao suddenly felt her heart in turmoil.

The next day, when Su Yin woke up in bed, the alarm hadn’t gone off yet.

Sitting in the disheveled blankets with messy hair, she looked at the light seeping through the curtains and guessed it was probably just past six in the morning.

Last night…

In a daze, Su Yin remembered that she had been receiving treatment from Ming Muyao in the room last night. Later, Ming Muyao’s pheromones had caused a strong reaction in her, and then…

The soft sensation on her lips seemed still vivid. Su Yin reached up to touch her lips, feeling a tingling numbness.

Last night… she must have kissed Ming Muyao, right?

The feeling of their tongues and lips touching had been so real. Even if the pheromones had clouded her mind, Su Yin should remember it clearly.

Yet now, her heart was in turmoil. She clearly didn’t like that woman, so why hadn’t she resisted when they were intimate last night?

She had even felt an impulse—to do something even more intimate with Ming Muyao under the influence of those pheromones.

Su Yin felt her cheeks begin to burn. Covering her face with her hands, she buried her head in her palms, but even the tips of her ears gradually turned red, leaving her feeling utterly flustered.

Sleep was out of the question now. Su Yin climbed out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs.

Aunt Chen was just stuffing yesterday’s dirty clothes into the washing machine when she saw Su Yin coming down and asked curiously, “It’s only a little past six—why are you up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep after waking up,” Su Yin replied as she walked down. “Let me help you with something.”

“No need for that. Just sit down—I’ll get breakfast ready.” After tidying up, Aunt Chen looked at Su Yin and asked, “Did Muyao give you treatment last night? How was it?”

Su Yin touched the back of her neck and thought for a moment. “It does feel much better than before.”

Her glands had always carried a slight stinging sensation before, but since this morning, that discomfort was completely gone. She did feel much more refreshed.

If Aunt Chen hadn’t mentioned it, Su Yin might not have even noticed—her mind had been too preoccupied with the memory of kissing Ming Muyao last night to pay attention to her physical condition.

While Su Yin was lost in thought, Aunt Chen had already started preparing breakfast. “Yesterday at the supermarket, I saw a promotion—buy a carton of milk and get a lunchbox for free. I thought, since you shouldn’t always eat out—it’s expensive and unhygienic—I figured I could pack you some lunch.”

Su Yin looked at the palm-sized lunchbox and quickly said, “There’s no need to go through the trouble. I can just order delivery—it’s convenient, and I can use the extra time to study.”

“Meals are important,” Aunt Chen insisted. “If reheating is a hassle, I can just bring it over to you. It’s not far anyway.”

“Isn’t that too much trouble?”

“What trouble? It’s just a short walk—good for stretching my legs. Besides, isn’t taking care of you two exactly what I’m here for?”

Aunt Chen didn’t let Su Yin continue speaking. She said sternly, “You’re at a critical stage right now and need to nourish your body properly. Every parent of a college entrance exam candidate accompanies their child—don’t worry about it, Yin. I’ll prepare breakfast first and call you when lunch is ready.”

Watching Aunt Chen bustling about early in the morning, Su Yin felt somewhat lost. Just a month ago, she had been just like Aunt Chen—doing laundry, cooking, and serving the only master of the household.

But now, in just a short month, so much seemed to have changed. Even Su Yin herself was unconsciously transforming.

Su Yin had to be at the training center by 8 a.m., so Aunt Chen prepared a simple breakfast for the two of them—a steamer basket of small dumplings and two bowls of congee with lean pork and century eggs.

As they were eating, noises came from the second floor.

Aunt Chen looked up and saw Ming Muyao descending the stairs. She seemed to have already freshened up, her hair tied into a low ponytail at the back.

“Huh?” Aunt Chen wondered aloud. “What’s going on with you two today? Why are you both up so early?”

Hearing this, Su Yin turned her head and accidentally locked eyes with Ming Muyao.

At this moment, Ming Muyao’s heart was also in turmoil. She had woken up early and tossed and turned in bed, too afraid to leave her room, completely unsure how to face Su Yin. Now that they had met, the moment Ming Muyao saw Su Yin’s eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

“I went to bed early last night,” Ming Muyao finally managed to say, averting her gaze and looking at Aunt Chen. “Could you prepare some food for me too?”

“Of course,” Aunt Chen replied, leaving the dining table and making space for Ming Muyao.

The table wasn’t that big, and Ming Muyao couldn’t just stand there to eat. After hesitating for a few seconds, she sat down—right across from Su Yin.

Su Yin kept her head down awkwardly, sipping her congee absentmindedly, not daring to look up at the person in front of her. She even tried to keep the sound of her sipping as quiet as possible, afraid of drawing attention.

Ming Muyao, however, watched her calmly, observing as Su Yin slowly finished half the bowl of congee before speaking. “Did you rest well last night?”

Su Yin abruptly raised her head, glanced at Ming Muyao, then quickly lowered it again. “I did.”

What did “I did” mean?

Ming Muyao felt uneasy. She had spent the morning thinking things over—she wasn’t the type to shirk responsibility. A kiss was a kiss, whether it was out of emotion or pheromones. In any case, she had been the one to initiate it, so she had to own up to it.

After a moment of contemplation, Ming Muyao said, “About what happened last night… I don’t know how much you remember. But this is the nature of our relationship, and I’ll treat you well from now on. Still, you’re free—I don’t want to pressure you. Everything depends on how you feel.”

Ming Muyao knew full well that, at most, she only had a slight fondness for Su Yin at this point. Fully accepting her still felt like something was missing.

As she spoke, she kept an eye on Su Yin’s expression. When she noticed Su Yin’s face growing increasingly calm, she wondered if she had said something wrong.

Su Yin listened to Ming Muyao’s words, then looked down at the half-finished congee in her bowl. Poking it with her spoon, she finally said, “You don’t need to say that. This is just the relationship between us—however you treat me is only natural.”

“Let’s just pretend yesterday never happened,” Su Yin said as she set down her spoon. “I’m going to be late, so I’ll head out first.”

With that, Su Yin got up and left the dining room. Ming Muyao watched as she grabbed her backpack and walked out, momentarily stunned.

It wasn’t until Aunt Chen placed the freshly steamed buns in front of Ming Muyao that she asked in confusion, “Where’s Yin Yin?”

Snapping out of her daze, Ming Muyao quickly stood up and rushed to the door, throwing it open only to find Su Yin had already disappeared down the street.

Aunt Chen stood puzzled in the entryway. “What’s going on? Did you two have a fight?”

Ming Muyao glanced back at her. “No, I just told her something she probably didn’t want to hear.”

“Oh,” Aunt Chen replied, unsure what else to say. “Yin Yin is a simple-hearted girl. She’ll understand your kindness eventually. Come back and eat first.”

Ming Muyao turned to look down the road again, sighing quietly to herself.

She could only hope Su Yin wouldn’t misunderstand.