The Extravagant Alpha And The Cold Movie Queen’s Fake Act Became Real - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: As Per the Title.

Fu Ru’an’s breath hitched abruptly, her heartbeat seemingly affected by the performance on stage just moments ago, pounding like thunder in an instant. Her gaze flitted away in disarray.

This little rascal! Did she even know what she was saying?!

The stage performance was already over, so why did she still have to call her that…

It was too embarrassing.

“Ruan Siyi,” Fu Ru’an rarely called her by her full name, struggling to maintain her composure, though her voice trembled slightly, betraying her lack of conviction. “Get a hold of yourself. Do you really think I won’t discipline you?”

These words were like the harmless paws of a kitten scratching at Ruan Siyi’s heart, only making it itch even more.

As if oblivious to the threat in Fu Ru’an’s tone, she continued to gaze up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

Her eyes lingered on the choker around Fu Ru’an’s neck, her stare so intense and deep that Fu Ru’an inexplicably felt as though Ruan Siyi was licking and nibbling at her snow-white neck with that almost tangible gaze, leaving behind damp traces.

“My Queen”

The room was lit only by a warm-toned light, dim and hazy. Under the faint, unclear glow, Ruan Siyi gazed at Fu Ru’an like a predator lurking in the shadows.

“Yet even your poisoned apple couldn’t kill me. What will you do next?”

The colorless juice of the apple, sweet and tart, trickled down between slightly parted lips with each provoking word, moistening them as they moved, revealing the dark cavity within.

Ruan Siyi’s hand, carrying the scorching heat unique to an Alpha, burned against the exposed skin at the top of Fu Ru’an’s thigh, the temperature searing through the subcutaneous tissue as if it could penetrate straight to her bones.

Fu Ru’an felt her breath grow uneven. The silver choker glinted with a cold, sharp sheen under the dim, warm yellow light, its chains tightly coiled around the most vulnerable parts of her body.

On her collarbone, the three large, deliberately designed letters-once an artistic statement-now seemed to carry a peculiar, suggestive meaning in this strange, surreal atmosphere.

S. E. X.

Please have s3x with me.

It was the wicked queen’s blatant invitation to Snow White.

The poisoned apple was never her last or only weapon.

She herself was the final, far more tantalizing lure, the ultimate temptation to lead the princess into corruption.

Ruan Siyi didn’t hear her speak again—a silent acquiescence.

Fu Ru’an’s gaze met hers through the false reflection in the mirror-

A meeting of eyes, caressing each other’s souls like a secret, intangible kiss and intercourse.

For no reason, Fu Ru’an thought of the word “opia.”

The writer Koenig once tried to use this fabricated term to describe the subtle, heart-stirring emotion that arises when locking eyes with another.

When your eyes meet hers, your gazes are irresistibly drawn to each other, yet it feels as though you’re completely exposed before one another.

Ruan Siyi sensed Fu Ru’an’s eager response on her damp fingers.

Though Sister Fu kept telling her to sober up and stop acting crazy, her body was clearly, lucidly giving in to desire.

Ruan Siyi merely brushed her lips, and her fingers were already coated with the secretions from Fu’s mouth—colorless, transparent, like the sweet juice that sprayed out when she bit into that apple on stage.

“Queen, is this your poison? Why are you hiding it here?”

Ruan Siyi rose slowly, sucking on that finger. The distance between them was so close that, from Fu Ru’an’s perspective, she could occasionally catch glimpses of Ruan Siyi’s crimson tongue wrapping around the droplets of moisture on her hand, rubbing against her snow-white, hard teeth before disappearing into the depths of her mouth.

“What should I do? I think I accidentally swallowed it.”

“Queen, will you save me? Or would you rather your most hated, most bothersome princess vanish from this world?”

She waited patiently, staring at Fu Ru’an, not taking any further action—as if anticipating the other’s response.

What the hell is this?

Has she gotten so addicted to role-playing, Ruan Siyi?!

Watching Ruan Siyi’s utterly immersed expression, Fu Ru’an suddenly felt as though a fire had ignited in her usually tranquil heart.

The last person who dared to show off their acting skills like this in front of her now had grass growing three feet tall over their grave.

Fu, the award-winning actress, felt a surge of competitive spirit. Playing along, she raised her hand and gripped the “princess’s” throat, her icy thumb and index finger pressing precisely against the angle of her jaw.

“You need to beg for it, my dear stepdaughter.”

The queen’s voice was low and unhurried, laced with a careless cruelty, like a cat toying with its prey.

Her tone was soft yet firm, each word deliberately drawn out like silk threads slowly coiling in the air, carrying an oppressive, irresistible authority. Her voice dripped with condescending indifference, as though she were merely waiting for her stepdaughter to submit obediently.

“Kneel.”

A single word, uttered with imperious elegance, cold and commanding—just like the queen’s usual demeanor.

She never deigned to repeat her orders. She simply waited for the other to bow before her, to yield in surrender.

Ruan Siyi obediently knelt down beside her-

At this moment, she was nothing more than a pitiful, powerless princess whose life was in the hands of the queen. She had neither the right nor the means to resist.

Ruan Siyi lowered her head meekly, her gaze landing squarely on Fu Ru’an’s high heels.

Those heels-pointed-toe, strappy.

Like black serpents coiling up her fair calves, they clung perfectly to her skin. The slender, dangerous heels let out a suggestive whisper as she slowly lifted her ankle, the toe of the shoe lightly grazing the floor. Her delicate ankle arched gracefully, the skin smooth as porcelain, exuding a cold yet lethally alluring charm.

That fragile, slender curve seemed as though it would shatter at the slightest touch.

To do… as one pleases?

Just who was the one doing as they pleased with whom?

Ruan Siyi took a deep breath and slowly raised her head, her eyes meeting Fu Ru’an’s downward gaze in the air.

Suddenly, Fu Ru’an felt a scorching heat against her ankle.

Ruan Siyi’s hand had unexpectedly seized her ankle, and with just a light tug, nearly threw her off balance.

The next second.

She felt her shoe press against something.

No longer the hard floor, the toe of her heel now rested somewhere warm and soft, carrying the damp weight of her affection.

She looked down in disbelief, only to see her dear-yet utterly infuriating -“Princess Ruan” holding her foot and guiding it to step on her own body.

She watched as Ruan Siyi tilted her head back even further, the corners of her eyes glistening with faint tears.

This was pleasure.

“Sister Fu… Your Majesty… Have some mercy on me.”

Ruan Siyi maintained her slightly pleading posture, her head slightly raised, lashes fluttering as she gazed up at Fu Ru’an with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

Fu Ru’an: “…….”

A flicker of speechlessness crossed her mind.

Princess, those who know would think you’ve been poisoned—those who don’t would swear you’ve been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

She silently gave her a couple of light kicks, only to be rewarded with Ruan Siyi’s deeper, ragged gasps. In the quiet air, only the sound of two thoroughly disordered heartbeats remained, pounding violently and out of sync.

It took a long while before Fu Ru’an slowly withdrew her foot.

Those high heels were completely unwear now-soaked through.

Fu Ru’an couldn’t help but sigh. Who would have thought that being with Ruan Siyi would not only ruin clothes but also high heels?

She casually kicked off the shoes on her feet and was just about to turn around to ask Ruan Siyi, “Shall we move to the bed?” when she was once again pressed firmly against the mirror by an unyielding force.

Ruan Siyi had already stood up at some point.

Not just her face-her entire body was flushed, radiating a delicate pink hue. The strong scent of vodka clung to her, the alcohol permeating the air as if ready to ignite a dreamy, intoxicating haze.

Her light brown eyes were filled with nothing but Fu Ru’an-

Black hair, pale shoulders, the subtle cleavage peeking out from the strapless dress.

Every bit of her completely dominated Ruan Siyi’s vision.

Everything about her was just like her personality-domineering, irresistibly alluring.

Every inch of her could effortlessly drive a young, hot-blooded Alpha wild, plunging them into the abyss of desire.

“Sister Fu, lean back against me.”

Otherwise, you won’t be able to stand later.

Ruan Siyi kindly reminded her, though her hands never stopped moving. One hand gripped Fu Ru’an’s chin, forcing her to look into the mirror, while the other slid around her waist with a hint of possessiveness.

Juice once again seeped slowly from the cut of the apple.

On stage, Ruan Siyi’s slender fingers toyed freely with the apple. Off stage, the apple, too, softened under her control, as if soaked in hot water, swaying unsteadily. Faintly, the sound of liquid seemed to echo in the air.

Fu Ru’an had never experienced such stimulation before. All those indecent colors rushed straight into her vision through the mirror. The light above the mirror, like a prearranged spotlight, laid everything bare before her eyes. Ruan Siyi’s knee bent slightly, wedging firmly between her thighs, leaving her unable to close them. She could only watch helplessly as her entire body slumped crookedly against Ruan Siyi, forced to endure the storm-

Her face was truly flushing because of Ruan Siyi, just like that apple core, rubbed and pressed relentlessly by her fingers.

“Sister, why don’t you ask the magic mirror again-who is the most beautiful woman in the world?”

Ruan Siyi lowered her head, burying her face in the hair at the back of her neck, and kissed the gland there.

Fu Ru’an could even feel her tongue and fingers moving in the same rhythm, teasing intermittently.

Her hand slid down from her neck, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake, until she took Fu Ru’an’s hands—which had been bracing against the mirror—and pulled them behind her back, restraining them.

What a shame, she hadn’t brought the handcuffs back.

Ruan Siyi thought regretfully, though the strength in her hands was perfectly controlled. Not too hard, to avoid reddening Fu Ru’an’s wrists, nor too loose, allowing them to easily break free.

“Didn’t I say you could just lean on me, sister? Do you like this mirror so much? Even when we’re doing this, you can’t let go of it?”

With her hands pulled back like this, Fu Ru’an’s previously curved body was forced to arch backward. Losing the support of the mirror, the only thing she could rely on now was Ruan Siyi.

Ruan Ruan… what nonsense are you saying…

Where did you learn all this provocative talk…

This is really too much…

“Sister, you’re so beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful.”

Ruan Siyi gazed happily into the mirror. The omega’s face was on the verge of tears, her eyes glistening with a misty haze as she shot her a reproachful glance-one that carried a hint of blame.

That look sent a shiver down Ruan Siyi’s spine. Fu Ru’an kept sinking weakly, only to be caught each time by the alpha’s arm around her waist, not allowing her to escape.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore and tried to break free from Ruan Siyi’s grip, reaching to hold her hand in an attempt to signal her to stop. Yet, all she received was Ruan Siyi’s slightly puzzled gaze.

Perfect. Just as expected, Ruan Siyi had misunderstood her meaning.

“Sister, does your hand want to join too?”

Ruan Siyi then eagerly took her hand, guiding it with tender care as their fingers lightly touched. At that moment, Fu Ru’an could only think—damn it all—but her throat was already too dry to utter a single word.

In a panic, she shut her eyes, lacking the courage to face the final moment of herself in the mirror.

After the sheer delight and indulgence, what follows is always an overwhelming exhaustion.

She collapsed onto the soft bed, her entire body as if dissolved into this gentle abyss, every ounce of strength drained away. Her muscles ached faintly—even the energy to lift a hand had vanished, leaving her to sink into the plush bedding like sinking into the depths of a boundless lake, floating and drifting, her body’s contours gradually blurring. Her thoughts scattered along with it, flickering in and out, nearly forgetting her own existence, forgetting where she even was.

Even on her fingers—despite having washed them thoroughly—there lingered a faint, lingering warmth, traces of Ruan Siyi’s meticulous “disinfection” under the guise of licking them clean.

She didn’t understand how Ruan Siyi still had energy to toss and turn restlessly on the other side of the bed.

“Ruan Ruan, stop squirming around and just go to sleep.”

Fu Ru’an stretched out her foot to nudge the other’s calf, and the girl immediately stilled.

Ruan Siyi: “Yes, my Queen.”

Fu Ru’an: “…………”

Is this roleplay ever going to end?

“Do you really think of me as your queen mother now?”

Fu Ru’an lay on the bed, her tone utterly lifeless as she questioned her.

“Of course not…” Ruan Siyi stealthily shifted closer, inching toward her. “But… would Her Majesty feed me…?”

Feed her what?

Before Fu Ru’an could process the question, Ruan Siyi cautiously continued, voice hushed:

“I heard… just heard, that—well, breastfed babies tend to be smarter, with better cognitive development and all…”

Fu Ru’an: “…………?”

Before Ruan Siyi could finish, she suddenly felt an overwhelming force bearing down on her—with the momentum of a thunderbolt.

Despite her exhaustion, the omega mustered the last of her strength and kicked that utterly insufferable “Princess Ruan Ruan” straight off the bed.