Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Alpha in a Scum Alpha Novel (GL) - Chapter 23.1

The two rooms had the same layout, so Fu Suihan found the master bedroom without needing to turn on the lights.

The sweet, cloying scent in the air grew stronger. The door wasn’t locked. After twisting the handle, Fu Suihan had a momentary flash of clarity, wondering why she was doing this.

Song Shixue was in estrus, yes.

But she was an Omega. Was she going to take advantage of her?

A faint system voice echoed in her ear. Fu Suihan tried to catch it, but what she heard next was a low moan from Song Shixue, who was tightly wrapped in a blanket beside a dim bedside lamp.

Song Shixue had always been proud, her manners impeccable. Even in pain, her voice was kept to a minimum.

Fu Suihan recalled the signs of an Omega’s estrus cycle that she had looked up on StarNet on her way here.

If an Alpha’s estrus cycle merely caused sluggishness, an Omega’s estrus cycle was pure physical torture. During this period, an Omega’s glands would continuously swell, feeling as if they were being torn apart, until soothed by an Alpha’s pheromones.

Hearing the Omega curl up, Fu Suihan’s heart skipped a beat. She slowly walked closer and whispered, “Shixue?”

No response.

The world fell silent, as if frozen. After several seconds, Song Shixue barely turned her face. Only then did Fu Suihan see that she had been biting her lips, which were now bleeding. The next second, her voice was hoarse, and she squinted: “…Fu Suihan?”

Her heart felt as if it had been grazed, melting completely. Fu Suihan softly said, “I’m here.”

Song Shixue’s face was pale, sweat dripping from her forehead like tears. She quietly stared at Fu Suihan for a few seconds, managed a faint smile, then spoke: “You should… have realized it, right?”

“I’m an Omega.”

“I can’t go to the hospital,” Song Shixue said slowly. “I… have no other choice.”

—Song Shixue’s identity was too special; she couldn’t accept even a tiny risk of exposure.

Even at this moment, Song Shixue tried her best to maintain her usual calmness, pretending as if nothing was wrong. But her trembling voice could not be smoothed out, constantly telling Fu Suihan that she was enduring intense pain.

“…It was I who asked Shang Ming to call you,” Song Shixue said, lowering her eyes with effort. “The crew can’t afford to delay.”

“Fu Suihan,” she whispered, “I only trust you. Can you help me?”

No one had ever called Fu Suihan like that before. The tone was weary, yet implicitly gentle and lingering.

Fu Suihan clenched her knuckles and heard herself say: “…I won’t temporary mark you.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you. Song Shixue, you’re not thinking clearly right now. I can’t do that.”

The smile in Song Shixue’s eyes grew more sincere. She cursed “fool” in her heart, but didn’t know who she was referring to.

She whispered, “You don’t need to mark me.”

“…Trust me, Fu Suihan.”

She reached out to Fu Suihan, her wrist also damp with sweat. Fu Suihan hesitated, then took her palm. The next second, she was pulled by the Omega into the messy bed.

The woman leaned in, closer this time. Their heads brushed together, like the most intimate lovers.

Fu Suihan clumsily held Song Shixue in her arms, completely enveloped by the peach scent, as if imprisoned in Song Shixue’s own world.

The Omega’s clothes were soaked with sweat, her waistline faintly visible. Fu Suihan’s palm pressed against her, feeling only delicate skin.

She somewhat reservedly tried to move away, but then heard Song Shixue’s more urgent breaths next to her ear. Fu Suihan bit her lip: “…H-how can I help you?”

“Soothe me with your pheromones.”

Song Shixue’s voice was even more hoarse. She had already lost some of her senses, her fingers climbing up Fu Suihan’s shoulder. Her neck, her jaw—like a foraging snake, plainly stating her intention.

Fu Suihan felt her back soaked with sweat, not from pleasure, but from a sense of danger.

Like the danger of Song Shixue choking her neck the next second.

But the Omega’s fingers finally rested on Fu Suihan’s lips. Fu Suihan froze, hearing the woman whisper, “Don’t bite.”

“It’ll hurt.”

Fu Suihan lowered her gaze. Song Shixue said that, but her own lips were covered in bites, bleeding. Being so close, she could even smell a faint metallic scent.

Fu Suihan forced herself to look away, directly into Song Shixue’s misty eyes: “How do I help you?”

Her voice, however, was already much softer than before, as if she were handling something fragile.

The more gently and submissively she acted, the more Song Shixue felt an insatiable craving in her soul.

Her knees were embraced. Fu Suihan’s body stiffened, hearing the Omega whisper, “Fu Suihan, soothe me with your pheromones.”

…Pheromones?

According to Fu Suihan’s shallow understanding of the ABO world, pheromones came from the neck. How was she supposed to use pheromones from her neck to alleviate Song Shixue’s symptoms?

Fu Suihan tried her best to digest this unfamiliar knowledge. Song Shixue tried to keep her voice steady: “Touch me.”

“Hold me, kiss me. I can feel your pheromones.” Her voice was soft, with a natural allure, completely different from her usual cold exterior. “But the most effective way is… to touch my gland.”

Remaining rationality told Fu Suihan that this was wrong.

But the innate desire for conquest told her that this was exactly what she should do. Not just kiss, but drag the person before her down from her pedestal and completely possess her.

Fu Suihan didn’t answer, but her body had already lowered. Only now did she see the Omega’s gland so directly for the first time. This was the source of all the sweet scents—

Song Shixue’s fingers, clutching Fu Suihan’s clothes, tightened. Her voice was fractured: “…”

Fu Suihan tried her best to control her strength, fearing she would cause the Omega more pain, but after that sweet voice fell into her ear, her fingers couldn’t help but tighten around Song Shixue’s waist, pulling the other person closer to herself.

“Shixue,” she murmured, and only when she truly tasted it did she realize that Song Shixue’s gland only smelled sweet.

This discrepancy invisibly intensified her desire for brutality.

Accompanying the gentle whispers was the sweet sound of the cat in her arms.

The Omega finally abandoned her usual politeness. Every inch of her carried something more appealing to Fu Suihan than mere pheromones.

A vague voice told Fu Suihan to come closer, and what she craved would completely belong to her—

But she couldn’t do that.

The next second, Fu Suihan bit her own tongue. The action was swift and decisive, and a metallic taste immediately filled her mouth.

It was from this moment that her mind grew hazy. Stimulated by the bl00d, her throat and tongue were dry; only Song Shixue before her could quench her thirst.

Seeing her stop, Song Shixue’s eyes regained clarity. Watching the Alpha’s flushed neck, she ultimately didn’t tear off the inhibitor patch on the back of Fu Suihan’s neck, letting the other party completely succumb to being an animal dominated by desire. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Fu Suihan’s waist and back, lowering her eyelashes, reverently and gently touching Fu Suihan’s lips.

As if just that, it was enough to comfort her half-lifetime of longing.

Fu Suihan’s remaining rationality had long been exhausted. Aside from the obvious resistance when Song Shixue actively guided her hand, most of her memories were hazy.

But she always remembered the woman’s voice, the woman’s scent. Before falling completely into her dream, she thought she would, like last time, dream of Song Shixue and fulfill all the wild desires she dared not in reality.

But when she opened her eyes again, what she saw was her own face.

The dream chronicled a day in her life from a third-person perspective, dressed as a student. She was taciturn, not good at socializing, and rarely even smiled. But because of her wealthy background, everyone revolved around her, carefully currying favor.

Until the girl looked up at someone, curving her lips, the dream briefly froze, then skipped to the next scene—

In a conference room, a woman sat at the head of the table. Her suit was fitted, her hair meticulously styled. As the person in power, her expression was even colder and more severe than during her student days. Subordinates sitting around her carefully chose their words, fearing to displease her.

Her life seemed empty except for work. The days repeated in tedious boredom until one rainy night, a car accident ended it all too soon.

Watching these scenes unfold, Fu Suihan finally regained some lucidity. She was very certain that these memories did not belong to any of the worlds she had traversed.

This was her past self.

Fu Suihan didn’t have a strong impression of her past memories. On the few occasions she mentioned it to the system, the answer given was that, at the very beginning of the challenge, in order to make it easier for her to get into character, the system had blocked her memories.

Furthermore, the system specifically noted that this was done with her consent.

Fu Suihan had endless tasks to do every day back then. She thought “blocking memories” only meant partially blocking them and didn’t have time to dwell on it. It wasn’t until now, when she deliberately tried to recall, that she was startled to realize she couldn’t remember anything about her past.

Blocking meant blocking everything.

Fu Suihan didn’t know about others, but she would never allow herself to face a complete unknown.

—If even memories are lost, who can guarantee that everything she is experiencing now is real?

The dream began to play warm moments of occasionally playing with cats and dogs, but Fu Suihan only felt endless panic. She woke up in terror, suddenly looking up and hitting the hard iron bed cabinet.

Her back was cold. Fu Suihan turned her face to look; the room was still Song Shixue’s room, but its owner was gone. The scent of inhibitors was strong, yet a faint peach scent still lingered in the air, reminding Fu Suihan that everything before was not an illusion.

Fu Suihan blinked slowly. Her nose twitched, and she smelled the cedar scent clinging to her clothes again. She raised her hand to touch the back of her neck. The inhibitor patch, soaked by overflowing pheromones, had dried and was now just an ornament, with no protective effect.

But the burning sensation in her body had subsided significantly. Clearly, Song Shixue’s “pheromone soothing” was equally effective for her.

Fu Suihan forced herself not to recall the intense intimacy of just now. Thinking about the dream, her gaze darkened.

Typically, the system would isolate everything once Fu Suihan entered a room. It would only appear when she actively called it, just like now—

[System, I know you can hear me.]

After waking up, Fu Suihan was alive, and the system was also alive.

—[Hello, Host. The Whitewashing System sincerely apologizes for the inconvenience caused in the past 1028 hours. After several months of maintenance, the system has successfully cleared the bug. Now broadcasting your mission progress—]

Fu Suihan didn’t care for its apology and was about to refute when the door suddenly pushed open.

The living room light was on, casting Song Shixue’s elongated shadow. The Omega seemed to have just showered, wearing a dress that only reached her thighs, outlining her graceful curves. Pure white spaghetti straps hung on her shoulders, and her hair was neatly tucked behind her ears.

“Awake?” The Omega said, raising her hand to turn on the light, her voice still a little hoarse.

The sudden brightness made Fu Suihan squint. Only then did she notice that Song Shixue was holding a glass of water.

Seeing her look, Song Shixue indifferently took a sip: “It’s not for you.”

Fu Suihan: “…Oh.”

“The inhibitor patches are under the lamp.” Whether it was Fu Suihan’s imagination or not, a faint smile flickered in Song Shixue’s eyes, but her voice remained cool. “Sitting on the floor, aren’t you cold?”

Fu Suihan then realized her strange sitting posture.

In her last memory, she was still entangled with Song Shixue on the bed. Fu Suihan always had a proper sleeping posture. The only reason she could think of for being on the floor was that the Omega pushed her off.

Meeting her suspicious gaze, Song Shixue’s voice was perfectly serious: “I originally wanted you to sleep in the guest room, but you told me that Omegas in estrus can’t be without Alphas, and that you had to stay by me.”

“But you said that as an Alpha, you must uphold Alpha virtues, so you couldn’t be too close to me and slept on the floor.”

Fu Suihan: “…………”

Fu Suihan’s memory was intermittent, with only fragmented impressions. Song Shixue had said it, so it was easy to be prejudiced. But staying by Song Shixue, she believed; upholding Alpha virtues—

Song Shixue, however, wasn’t afraid of her at all and retorted, “You don’t believe me?”

Fu Suihan could only say, “I’ve forgotten a bit.”

As she spoke, she propped herself up with one hand and stood. Song Shixue watched her superior figure and her slightly pitiful phoenix eyes when lowered. She took a sip of water, suppressing that unconscious longing: “You’re acting like an Alpha who sleeps with someone and then denies everything.”

This statement was indeed quite irresponsible, leaving Fu Suihan speechless. A silence filled the room, and the system also disappeared. Whether it was Fu Suihan’s imagination or not, when she was alone with Song Shixue, the world always seemed to slow down by half a beat.

After a pause, she ignored the strange feeling in her heart and said, “About this afternoon…”

“Are you going to apologize?”

Song Shixue blinked, her eyelashes long and slender, having returned to her usual composure, like a satisfied cat after tasting something sweet.

Fu Suihan almost imagined her tail wagging.

In the past, Fu Suihan would indeed have apologized as Song Shixue expected, and then proceeded step by step according to the Omega’s desired script.

But perhaps it was a negative effect of their pheromones merging, Fu Suihan’s mischievous side stirred a rebellious urge, and she especially wanted to see a different reaction from Song Shixue.

“Shouldn’t Movie Queen Song be the one to apologize?” Fu Suihan curved her lips like Song Shixue, watching the astonished Omega. Only then did she notice that the woman’s lips were plump and red, with a faint gash on her lower lip. “You just said yesterday you wouldn’t lie to me.”

It was as if… someone had kissed them swollen.

Fu Suihan subconsciously felt displeasure, and only after a few seconds did she recall that in recent times, only she had been in intimate contact with Song Shixue.

Did she kiss them swollen?

Noticing her gaze on her lips, Song Shixue pursed her lips, making her appear even more captivating. She lightly cleared her throat, her expression natural: “I owe you an apology for pretending to be an Omega. But you made me like this, shouldn’t you be more embarrassed?”

Saying so, she lifted her unbound hair and turned slightly, showing Fu Suihan the back of her neck.

Her normally fair neck was already covered in dense hickeys, especially noticeable below the gland wrapped in the inhibitor patch. With a slight raise of her hand, revealing the inside of her wrist, Fu Suihan noticed a few more red marks there.

Evidently, they were all her own masterpieces.