The Scumbag Alpha Movie Queen Pampers Her Wife - Chapter 30

“Do you find me repulsive?” Gu Muchu asked, glancing at the towel and sensing Ji Yuran’s subtle scrutiny. Only then did she realize how long she had been submerged in water during filming.

Ji Yuran probably finds the fishy smell on me disgusting and doesn’t want to get it on herself.

Amused and slightly exasperated, Gu Muchu took a step back to create some distance. The stagnant air beneath the narrow staircase felt heavy and damp, carrying a lingering, musty odor.

Knowing she was unwelcome, Gu Muchu decided to freshen up in the dressing room. She reached out to pull the towel away, but the Omega clung to it fiercely, as if guarding the last untouched sanctuary against any intrusion.

Intrigued, Gu Muchu exerted more force while saying, “Didn’t you come to give me this towel?”

The two women locked in a silent struggle, each testing the other’s strength. But the Omega’s strength ultimately couldn’t match Gu Muchu’s. The moment Ji Yuran relaxed her grip even slightly, the towel was snatched away.

The crumpled white towel fell into Gu Muchu’s hand. She lowered her gaze. The clean, soft fabric still retained Ji Yuran’s warmth, as if trapping the Omega’s recent, rapid breaths, radiating a strange, burning sensation.

She couldn’t resist rubbing her palm against her cheek twice before looking up at Rong, who was staring at her intently.

Ji Yuran, feeling self-conscious under the gaze, shifted uncomfortably as the stray hairs at the nape of her neck tickled her shoulder. She tilted her head, glanced away, and asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

Gu Muchu casually crumpled the towel in her hands, her eyes fixed on it before flicking to Ji Yuran’s lips. She slowly enunciated, “What lipstick are you wearing today?”

Ji Yuran looked bewildered by the question, then hastily covered her mouth with her arm, revealing only her dewy, peach-blossom eyes.

“What’s it to you?” When an Alpha asked such a question, it was easy for an Omega to interpret it as a suggestive remark.

Ji Yuran scuffed her toe against the floor, her voice losing some of its usual confidence.

Gu Muchu hid the towel facing her. “There’s a lipstick stain on the towel.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Ji Yuran froze. She scrubbed her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand, but no trace of lipstick came off.

“That’s impossible. There’s nothing there,” she protested, showing Gu Muchu the clean, pale back of her hand to prove it.

Gu Muchu followed her gaze and shrugged. “You wiped it all off on the towel earlier. Of course there’s none left now.”

“I don’t believe you! I didn’t even wear lipstick today!” The Omega’s face flushed with embarrassment as she glared, her eyes wide and her voice sharp.

Indeed, her appearance possessed a natural, aloof, and noble beauty that needed no embellishment to catch the eye. Only when she nervously bit her lip did it flush a deep pink.

“Really? No lipstick?” Gu Muchu tilted her chin, her expression doubtful. “Are you sure you’ve thought about it carefully?”

Under that intense gaze, Ji Yuran felt inexplicably guilty, her initial conviction wavering. The denial caught in her throat, she stammered, picking at the corner of her mouth, trying to find evidence. “I… I don’t think I did…”

She had woken up early to catch her flight, her mind clouded by the excitement of seeing Gu Muchu again. It was hard to believe she had spent nearly half an hour at her vanity without applying lipstick.

Ji Yuran didn’t usually wear lipstick, as it tended to smudge easily when eating or drinking. She had settled for just applying a base layer. But meeting Gu Muchu called for a more polished look.

In the mundane routines of daily life, even habits we perform regularly can become so ingrained that we overlook them, like a door at home that never seems to be properly locked.

Lost in self-doubt, Ji Yuran glanced at the towel and realized she had caused Gu Muchu trouble. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Gu Muchu stared at Ji Yuran’s bowed head, her soft dark hair partially obscuring the pale pink gland at the nape of her neck. The suppressant patch covering it was firmly in place, completely concealing any leaking pheromones.

A faint scent of lemon and verbena drifted through the air, as refreshing as a lemon slice perched on the rim of a cocktail glass on a summer beach, its citrusy tang infusing the layered drink and stirring her senses.

Holding her breath, Gu Muchu instinctively pressed a hand against her exposed gland, ensuring the suppressant patch was securely in place. Her voice came out hoarse. “Why are you wearing lipstick?”

She remembered that Ji Yuran rarely wore lip gloss on her lips, unless it was a formal occasion.

I hate trouble.

As the words left her lips, Gu Muchu realized she had crossed a line. Whether it was the lingering pheromones between them clouding her mind, she couldn’t say. She spoke softly, her voice barely audible.

“Was it… to see me?”

The pauses in her voice and the warmth of her breath carried a weight of unspoken meaning. For a moment, Ji Yuran feared that the secret she had guarded for days had been ruthlessly exposed, laid bare in the light for anyone to discover—to marvel at or mock.

Their intertwined hands grew damp, her knuckles twisting nervously as she remained silent.

But Gu Muchu understood instantly. She gripped the towel, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest.

This feeling of being cherished was like a tree planted in her heart in autumn. With each gust of wind, its leaves rustled loudly, and fallen leaves fluttered to the ground.

The setting sun, like a rising tide, spilled over the steps and crept up Ji Yuran’s heels. Her face vanished into the dimness, but she stubbornly lifted her chin, leaving only her eyes shining in the gloom.

Her gaze, uncertain where to settle, finally landed on Gu Muchu’s hand. Her voice, barely audible, drifted into the air: “For your body?”

Ji Yuran jerked her head up, opening her mouth as if to explain.

I thought you were just wiping sweat. I didn’t think twice before following you.

“I didn’t…” She truly was innocent, but recalling the pheromone scent, realization dawned on her.

“It wasn’t intentional,” Ji Yuran said, resigning herself and lowering her head.

As expected, embarrassment never came alone. She reached out to take the towel, but Gu Muchu raised her hand high, the towel dangling from her palm. “Trouble. Just take it.”

“What are you talking about?!” The thought of Gu Muchu using the towel stained with her lipstick to wipe her body sent Ji Yuran into a panic. Her height disadvantage against Gu Muchu only exacerbated her distress, her breathing growing rapid as she paced like an ant on a hot pan.

The Omega who had been aloof and unapproachable on set was now flustered and utterly at a loss.

“Why are you so nervous?” Seeing Ji Yuran’s flushed face, Gu Muchu knew she was overthinking again. Suppressing the urge to pinch her cheek, she let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m not nervous,” Ji Yuran retorted stiffly, having resigned herself to her helplessness and resolved to develop a thicker skin.

“Alright, I’ll catch a cold if I stand here any longer with you,” Gu Muchu said, feeling her damp clothes clinging to her skin. She swung the towel in her hand. “Let’s go.”

She led the way down the stairwell, her footsteps landing in the fading sunlight. Her eyes were clear and bright, and the corridor was deserted.

As if compelled by some unseen force, Gu Muchu turned back and softly called Ji Yuran’s name.

“Ji Yuran.”

Ji Yuran emerged, her radiant face bathed in a gentle glow. She wore a stiff expression and replied with a touch of annoyance, “What do you want?!”

Gu Muchu smoothed the towel between her fingers, spreading it out slowly. The towel was spotless, save for the faint creases left by its folds.

“I was just teasing you earlier.”

Without waiting to see Ji Yuran’s exasperated reaction, Gu Muchu strode into the lounge, her mood buoyant. Only when the door clicked shut behind her did she examine the towel in her hand, bringing it close to her face.

The unmistakable scent of Ji Yuran’s pheromones wafted up, and Gu Muchu pressed the towel to her face, a smile gradually spreading to the corners of her eyes.

Time flew by, and the filming schedule was nearing its end. Gu Muchu had wrapped up all her scenes.

After finishing her work, she took Ji Yuran back to the villa, planning to leave N City. For the past few weeks, Ji Yuran had followed her like a little shadow whenever she had scenes to shoot, absorbing a wealth of knowledge.

Lan Jing, happy to be a hands-off manager, had taught Ji Yuran a great deal. Beyond honing her acting skills, Ji Yuran had also learned the ropes of the industry’s unspoken rules.

In the spacious master bedroom, a half-packed suitcase lay open on the floor. Gu Muchu picked up bottles and jars from the vanity, opened the padded compartment, and neatly arranged them inside.

Ji Yuran squatted beside her, hugging her knees to her chest, like a kitten peering at ornamental fish through a glass tank.

“Just watching? Aren’t you going to help?” Gu Muchu asked, packing her contact lens solution and a few favorite lipsticks.

Ji Yuran glanced at the lipsticks, as if recalling something from the past, and began fiddling with the suitcase’s outer latch. “These are your things. I shouldn’t touch them without permission.”

“Invading your privacy,” she added with a hint of smugness, having already finished packing herself. Watching someone else busy beside her only made her feel more relaxed and self-satisfied.

“Excuses,” Gu Muchu said, taking the buckle from her hand and patting the Omega’s head. She nodded toward the clothes scattered on the bed. “Go fold those and put them away.”

Ji Yuran unconsciously rubbed her forehead, murmured “Okay,” and stood up. She shuffled to the edge of the bed, picked up a short-sleeved shirt, and began folding it slowly.

As she tidied up, she glanced at Gu Muchu’s clothes. Most of them were unfamiliar; after all, on set, the actors were almost always in costume, and it was rare to see them walking around in their personal attire.

The faint scent of laundry detergent lingered on the cuffs, identical to the fragrance on her own clothes. This unconscious synchronicity sparked a secret joy in her heart, making her movements light and swift.

“Aren’t you staying for the wrap party?” Ji Yuran asked, her hands busy folding while her mouth kept chattering.

Gu Muchu, who was reviewing paper contracts in a drawer, looked up. “What wrap party?”

“Don’t you all get together when filming wraps?” She paused, glancing at Gu Muchu, who was squatting by the bedside table.

Gu Muchu closed the contract. Logically, a wrap party would only be held after the entire film crew had finished shooting, but her scenes were done while others still had work to do.

“Couldn’t they just change my flight to match yours?” she said deliberately, knowing it would provoke a reaction. Sure enough, Ji Yuran threw the neatly folded shirt she was holding onto the bed and glared at her fiercely.

This little game of teasing Omegas never failed to amuse Gu Muchu.

Gu Muchu chuckled, her gaze drifting to the next item Ji Yuran was about to fold. Kneeling on the bed, she reached out, grabbed it, and hid it behind her back.

Ji Yuran’s eyes caught a flash of black. Noticing Gu Muchu’s furtive movements, suspicion arose. “Gu Muchu, what are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” Gu Muchu replied casually, turning her back to conceal the neatly folded underwear.

Unable to contain her curiosity, Ji Yuran leaned around Gu Muchu, peeking over her shoulder. After a quick glance, she sheepishly withdrew her gaze. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”

“Curious about underwear too? Don’t you have any?” Gu Muchu asked with feigned nonchalance, noticing Ji Yuran’s averted eyes. She walked over to the suitcase and tucked the item into the innermost compartment.

“Didn’t you ask me to organize it…?” Ji Yuran mumbled, puffing out one cheek in a small, defiant pout.

Gu Muchu finished checking the contents of her suitcase before turning to face the Omega. She couldn’t help but press her hand to her forehead. “Why are you so obedient?”

“Even if you refused, what could I do about it?” Gu Muchu stood up again, walked over to Ji Yuran, and waved her aside like a chick.

“You’re usually so quick to argue back.”

“Who?”

“You,” Gu Muchu said, taking a dress off the hanger. Noticing Ji Yuran standing sullenly nearby, she poked her cheek. “Still angry?”

“No,” Ji Yuran sniffled, her voice muffled.

She just felt useless, unable to help with anything. The sense of helplessness weighed heavily on her.

Gu Muchu was practically omnipotent, capable of handling every task with effortless precision. Compared to her, Ji Yuran felt utterly incompetent and weak.

Even when eating fruit, Gu Muchu would meticulously remove the pits and peel, cut it into bite-sized pieces, and present it to her on a toothpick. When she was in the mood, she’d even arrange the fruit into beautiful platters.

I’m not bad myself. Why does she make me feel this way…?

Ji Yuran’s mind drifted. Gu Muchu, noticing her distraction, tossed her clothes onto the suitcase, gripped the Omega’s slender shoulders, pushed her toward the door, and leaned close to her ear.

“Alright, I’ll give you a mission.”

Gu Muchu had figured it out. Ji Yuran’s flustered behavior stemmed from her competitive spirit, her relentless drive to perfect every task, and her desire to earn Gu Muchu’s praise.

The thought tugged at Gu Muchu’s heart, leaving a soft, vulnerable spot. The warmth that had filled her chest deflated, hissing like a punctured balloon.

The Alpha’s palm burned against Ji Yuran’s shoulder, the distinct bones of her hand pressing through the thin fabric.

Ji Yuran’s face flushed crimson, her expression radiating the eager determination of a model student. She took a deep breath and asked nervously, “Tell me.”

“Go find a movie for us to watch tonight.” Gu Muchu unconsciously squeezed Ji Yuran’s shoulder, her fingertips gently brushing aside the Omega’s dark hair cascading down her back, revealing the faint outline of the pink bulge beneath the suppressant patch.

Realizing she had been rude, Gu Muchu lowered her lashes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, completely concealing the mark.

Ji Yuran remained oblivious to Gu Muchu’s subtle movements. She let out a soft “Ah,” curled her fingers, and said, “Okay, I understand.”

Then, without looking back, she left the bedroom.

Once Yuran was gone, Gu Muchu released the breath she had been holding. She drew back the curtains, revealing the desolate night sky over the crisscrossing alleyways. Opening the window, she let the cool breeze carry in fresh air, dispelling the Omega pheromone scent that lingered in the room.

The rich, crisp fragrance, tinged with the salty tang of the sea, tickled her senses.

This had been happening every time she spent time with Ji Yuran lately. She wondered if her suppressant patch was failing or if there was some other reason.

Gu Muchu reached back to touch the nape of her neck and sighed softly.

After packing, she closed her suitcase, propped it against the wall, and headed through the main hall toward the courtyard. She figured Ji Yuran would be in the screening room by now.

The villa rented by the film crew wasn’t particularly large, but it was a popular spot for AOs to party during their breaks, complete with a game room and karaoke setup. Gu Muchu bypassed the pool table and arcade machines, then pushed open the door to the screening room.

Ji Yuran was opening the closet, pulling out the bedding. Startled by the noise, she jumped until Gu Muchu’s full face appeared, finally calming her racing heart.

“What are you doing? Feeling guilty like a thief?”

The room was dimly lit, the projector’s image casting blurred shadows on the smooth wall, softening the sharp angles of Ji Yuran’s face.

Gu Muchu reached for the light switch by the door. As the glaring ceiling light flickered on, she instinctively squinted before opening the door wider to examine the projection.

A desolate, chilling ancient castle loomed on the wall, its surroundings shrouded in eerie spiderwebs. Crimson foreign words dripped like fresh bl00d from its peak.

Her hand paused on the doorknob as she slowly turned to meet Ji Yuran’s gaze.

“A horror movie?” Gu Muchu’s voice rose slightly at the end, tinged with disbelief. She recalled Ji Yuran’s terrified expression when they had shared a bed before.

The fact that Ji Yuran was now suggesting watching a horror movie herself seemed utterly baffling.

“Can you even handle horror movies?” Gu Muchu asked skeptically, her tone laced with obvious hesitation.

Feeling underestimated, Ji Yuran hastily tossed the bedding onto the tatami mat and snapped defensively, “Don’t look down on me! It’s just a horror movie, right?”

Gu Muchu had wanted to offer a few words of comfort, but when she met Ji Yuran’s defiant, expectant gaze, her heart was suddenly struck by a wave of tingling, electric shivers.

Forget it, let her have her way. After all, knowing Ji Yuran as she did, she’d probably cry through the whole movie. And if Gu Muchu dared to offer any comfort, she’d likely be labeled a busybody.

As stubborn as ever.

“Then I’ll watch with you.”

She immediately switched off the lights, plunging the room back into darkness. Ji Yuran scrambled under the covers, lifting a corner to signal Gu Muchu to join her.

Their easy familiarity was like that of old friends who had known each other for years. In truth, it wasn’t far from the truth. Gu Muchu had gradually transitioned from initial apprehension to complete ease, even occasionally teasing Ji Yuran with harmless, playful jokes.

This kind of dynamic isn’t bad at all.

Gu Muchu naturally took the offered corner of the blanket, unfolded it, and slid in beside Ji Yuran. Lying close together, their nightgowns inevitably brushed against each other’s legs.

Warm and smooth, the contact sparked a faint heat.

Gu Muchu instinctively shifted away, but the figure beside her unconsciously pressed closer. She turned to look at Ji Yuran, only to find her expression normal as she picked up the remote to adjust the equipment.

Nothing seems amiss.

Gu Muchu froze, and the horror movie began to play.

The film followed a predictable formula: a group of fearless youths ventured into a haunted mansion, livestreaming their experience to viewers, only to never return alive.

Initially, everything seemed normal. The protagonist narrated the hospital’s past tragedies, but the audience’s reaction remained lukewarm.

Gu Muchu’s mind wasn’t focused on the screen. She glanced down at the Omega beside her. Ji Yuran stared intently at the wall, her knuckles white as she gripped the corner of the blanket.

“If you’re scared, just tell me,” Gu Muchu said, amused by Ji Yuran’s trembling eyelashes and her forced composure.

Ji Yuran’s attention shifted, her delicate brows furrowing. “What good would telling you do?”

The words should have sounded sarcastic, but through the Omega’s cold, serious voice, they came across as genuine curiosity.

Gu Muchu considered her options. Realizing that saying “I’ll protect you” would sound cheesy and cliché, she cleared her throat and said slowly, “I can cover your eyes.”

Ji Yuran scoffed softly. “Do you think I don’t have hands?”

Her point was valid. Gu Muchu fell silent. The next moment, Ji Yuran tilted her head back, tugged the blanket higher to cover half her face, and murmured, “I’m actually really scared. I’ll just lean on you.”

Her words were both assertive and endearing. Gu Muchu tightened the blanket around herself, feeling the warmth radiating from Ji Yuran, and smiled.

“Lean on me.”

To strangers, Gu Muchu was cold and polite, but with those she held dear, she didn’t hesitate to show her softer side, revealing her most vulnerable self.

The first half of the movie wasn’t particularly scary, but as it progressed, an unsettling, almost imperceptible malevolence began to hover in the air. Ji Yuran found herself glancing around every few minutes, checking for any sudden appearances beside her.

Noticing her fidgeting, Gu Muchu chuckled softly. Ji Yuran immediately turned, poking her shoulder. “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m actually really scared of horror movies too,” Gu Muchu admitted, mimicking Ji Yuran’s earlier posture by wrapping the blanket tightly around herself, leaving only half her head exposed.

“Ah?” The Omega’s earlier bravado instantly dissolved into panic. She cocooned herself in the blanket, inching closer to Gu Muchu with a helpless tone. “You can’t be scared…”

“Why not?” The two women huddled under the blanket, their noses buried in the warm folds, sharing the heated corner as their heads leaned together.

The dim glow from the projector drew them closer. Gu Muchu’s gaze traced the contours of Ji Yuran’s face, and suddenly, her heart began to race.

“You just… can’t,” Ji Yuran choked out, her fighting spirit suddenly halved.

It felt as if her only support had crumbled beneath her.

“You really are unreliable,” she muttered, wrinkling her nose. Just then, the character on screen reached into a cabinet, mocking his companion’s cowardice. In the next instant, an invisible force seized him, violently dragging him inside.

Screams and panic filled the room, amplified by the complete absence of background music. It felt as if the viewers had been transported into a live broadcast of a real haunted house exploration.

When his companion finally managed to pull him free, a horrifying gash streaked across the character’s arm. Then, with a bone-jarring creak, the cabinet door slowly swung open.

The camera didn’t show what was inside, but Gu Muchu’s heart leaped in her chest. Beside her, Ji Yuran was rigid, her head nearly buried in her shoulders, leaving only her eyes visible.

Caught between wanting to watch and being too scared to look, Ji Yuran suddenly felt a warm palm cover her eyes. The subtle scent of Black Cherry pheromone slowly diffused, a silent reassurance.

Knowing it was Gu Muchu, she gripped the other woman’s wrist. The prominent wrist bone was slender and elegant, and Ji Yuran gently pressed her thumb against it.

“Gu Muchu, don’t cover me so tightly. Leave a crack…” she murmured softly.

A classic case of being both terrible and obsessed.

“Are you scared?” The Alpha’s calm voice echoed in Ji Yuran’s ear. She couldn’t help but murmur a soft “Mm.”

It was rare for her to confront her true feelings so openly.

“Then… why don’t you lean in a little closer?”

The words betrayed the other woman’s hesitation and inner conflict.

Ji Yuran’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Okay.”

After plotting for so long, her efforts had finally paid off.