The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Good Girl, Ruan Ruan

What…what on earth was she saying…

Calling her “baby”…

And even saying…to let her hear her gasps…

What was that for?!

To turn her on?!

Ruan Siyi tightly shut her eyes.

From the other end of the headphones came a rustling sound, followed by the soft thud of a towel hitting the floor.

With her vision completely deprived, her hearing became unusually sharp, as if every whisper and movement could be effortlessly amplified, tugging at her tense and pitiful nerves.

Even though the hotel room had air conditioning, beneath the blankets, it was stiflingly hot.

Thick carbon dioxide mixed with exhaled heat and moisture enveloped her, creating an extreme sense of suffocation, as if the sound of Fu Ru’an’s shower could seep through the electric current into her nostrils and mouth, filling her entire respiratory tract with a slow, viscous flow of liquid, forcing her to gasp for air in ragged breaths.

For the first time, Ruan Siyi felt utterly lost, with nowhere to hide.

The heat under the covers seemed to travel from her head to her toes, her body growing increasingly restless. This warmth was like a flood, surging from the soles of her feet upward, crashing into her mind.

She bit down hard on her lip, trying to suppress this inexplicable sensation, attempting to ignore every detail transmitted through the headphones.

Breathing. The sound of water.

Some short, breathy moans.

And…her own increasingly erratic heartbeat.

Ruan Siyi knew her body was betraying her, as if some violent, greedy desire had taken root in the darkness, its tangled vines growing relentlessly beneath the surface.

Fierce, dark emotions clung to her rationality, pulling her bit by bit into the abyss.

“Ruan Ruan…”

Fu Ru’an’s voice was laced with seduction, every syllable dripping with traces of passion, carrying a faint note of complaint.

“Is it hot over there?”

“N-no…not hot.”

Bullshit.

She was practically burning up.

How could this damn blanket be so insulating?

The thin oxygen.

Was this what it felt like to be strangled?

Ruan Siyi wanted nothing more than to throw off the blanket and finally breathe.

But outside the blanket was her phone.

On the screen—Fu Ru’an.

She was afraid that if she shed this last remaining layer of soft protection, all her desires and struggles would be laid bare.

“Ruan Ruan.”

The person on the other end was breathing unevenly, her voice punctuated by soft, muffled whimpers that inexplicably reminded Ruan Siyi of a kitten’s tiny, claw-tipped paws.

“You have to face your desires. You have the right—and the freedom—to give yourself pleasure.”

Ruan Siyi’s breath nearly stopped.

Fu Ru’an’s voice was like a slow stream, seeping into her nerves, lapping rhythmically against her already fragile willpower.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to banish the vivid, imagination-fueled images from her mind.

But the harder she tried to control it, the harder it became to escape.

“I…I can’t…”

Her voice trembled with unshed tears.

“I…I don’t want to…I can’t…”

“Really don’t want to?” Fu Ru’an let out a soft laugh, laced with playful teasing. “Then why are you so afraid?”

Ruan Siyi clenched her teeth.

“Baby, you have to explore your body to know what feels good and what doesn’t.”

Explore herself…please herself?

The words echoed in her mind, sending her spiraling deeper into shame and conflict.

Ruan Siyi kept her eyes closed, her lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Groping blindly, she reached out from under the covers and turned off the last remaining light in the room.

Darkness swallowed her whole in an instant. When the cool air touched her skin, she couldn’t suppress a soft, involuntary gasp.

That tiny sound was like a spark landing on dry grass—instantly igniting a shudder from Fu Ru’an, whose voice dripped with unmistakable satisfaction:

“Ruan Ruan, such a good girl.”

Ruan Siyi felt her heart hammering so violently it might burst from her chest. The entire world seemed to sway with Fu Ru’an’s voice, waves of dizziness crashing over her.

She didn’t dare speak again, as if one more word would send her tumbling past the point of no return.

Her body was stiff, like a lifeless puppet, but deep in her mind, the last thread of restraint had already snapped. Even in the dark, Fu Ru’an’s voice carried an irresistible pull, luring her deeper into surrender.

Fu Ru’an’s breathing grew increasingly ragged in her ear, punctuated by occasional soft, stifled moans—each one deliberate, coaxing her toward that irreversible threshold.

“You have to believe in yourself. You have the power to give yourself pleasure.”

Fu Ru’an’s voice was breathy, soft yet impossible to ignore.

She had clearly heard Ruan Siyi’s faint movements in the dark, and the amusement in her tone was unmistakable—like a predator toying with its prey, patient and cunning.

“Don’t be afraid. Follow what you feel… You’ll realize this is what you’ve always wanted.”

“Sister Fu… Fu Ru’an…”

Ruan Siyi felt like she was on the verge of tears. Trembling, she pulled the blanket over herself again, hiding in shame.

“Hmm? Sounds like you’re moving…”

Fu Ru’an responded softly, her voice thick with implication.

The sound of water paused briefly, the air between them freezing—nothing but the sound of their mingled breaths.

Ruan Siyi’s fingers twitched at her words, accidentally brushing against something that sent a violent shudder through her body, her chest heaving.

Every word from Fu Ru’an was like a spell, plucking at her frayed nerves.

In the darkness, even the city lights beyond the curtains couldn’t penetrate. The thick night could no longer suppress the sounds of their panting, and in an instant, the overpowering scent of an Alpha’s pheromones flooded the air.

She could almost picture it—in another corner of the world, a bottle of Baileys slipping from its owner’s grasp, spilling across the floor in a sweet, sticky pool, mixing with water to form a glossy, tantalizing sheen.

“Fu…Fu Ru’an…”

“Sister…”

Ruan Siyi finally let out a weak whimper—part plea, part prayer.

The moment the words left her lips, Fu Ru’an’s laughter turned tender yet intoxicating.

“Mhm, good girl… Take your time. I’m here with you.”

“You can do this, Ruan Ruan.”

But Ruan Siyi couldn’t respond. Her face burned, her heart raced uncontrollably, her thoughts in complete disarray.

“Your gasps sound so good, baby.”

“It’s turning me on so much… I love it.”

The air was thick with damp heat, swirling through the dim room. Outside, cicadas chirped incessantly, as if urging something forward, while waves of warmth slipped through the cracks, melting into every breath, carrying an undeniable thrill.

Under the covers, the air grew thin and sweltering, like wet cotton clinging to Ruan Siyi’s limbs.

Every inhale felt sticky, like the heat spilling past her lips only to be swallowed back down. The indescribable weight pressing on her chest only fueled the restless fire inside.

A weak breeze brushed past the trees outside, failing to bring any relief. Every inch of her skin was slick with sweat.

Trickles of water slid down her back—like ghostly touches, or perhaps the soft caresses of the woman on the other end.

Until they both unraveled completely.

Turns out, the peak wasn’t an abyss—but a blinding, radiant light.

Ruan Siyi drew in a deep, shuddering breath.

Only when her trembling, damp fingers ended the call did it finally hit her—what had just happened.

A bolt of panic struck her.

Oh no.

What had she just done?!

How was she supposed to face Fu Ru’an after this?!